God moves in mysterious waysHis wonders to performs

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urnThrows up a steamy column and the cupsThat cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleasedWith melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;Some chord in unison with what we hearIs touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me;Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths allBolted against me.Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers,Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentenceWorse than Abiram's.Him the vindictive rod of angry JusticeSent quick and howling to the centre headlong;I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, amBuried above ground.

The dearest idol I have known,Whate'er that idol be,Help me to tear it from thy throne,And worship only thee.So shall my walk be close with God,Calm and serene my frame;So purer light shall mark the roadThat leads me to the Lamb.

If the world like it not, so much the worse for them.

When we don't pray, we quit the fight. Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright. And Satan trembles when he sees. The weakest saint upon his knees.

My fugitive years are all hasting away,And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see,Have a being less durable even than he.

No traveler e'er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.

Remorse begets reform.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

God made the country and man made the town.

What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife When Friendship love and peace combine To stamp the marriage bond divine?

The town is man's world but this (country life) is of God.

A moral sensible and well-bred man Will not affront me and no other can.

A fool must now and then be right by chance.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.

The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.

Grief is itself a med'cine.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

Happiness depends as Nature shows Less on exterior things than most suppose.

The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

Happiness depends as Nature shows less on exterior things than most suppose.

Beware of desp'rate steps the darkest day lived till tomorrow will have pass'd away.

Restraining prayer we cease to fight Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.

Religion if in heavenly truths attired Needs only to be seen to be admired.

Absence of occupation is not rest A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.

A glory gilds the sacred page Majestic like the sun It gives a light to every age It gives but borrows none.

We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.

I praise the Frenchman his remark was shrewd - "How sweet how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat Whom I may whisper - Solitude is sweet.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home!

Variety's the very spice of life That gives it all its flavour.

Such stuff the world is made of.