My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. William Cowper More Quotes by William Cowper More Quotes From William Cowper Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more. William Cowper motivationalinspirationallife God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. William Cowper failurecouragemoving Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will. William Cowper godheartmen Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor. William Cowper givinginspirelife Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees. William Cowper kneesdevilprayer What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. William Cowper peacefulsweetmemories Grief is itself a medicine. William Cowper paingriefdeath Heaven's harmony is universal love. William Cowper universal-lovereligiousheaven 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. William Cowper fightingprayerchristian Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, William Cowper mindmenknowledge A fool must now and then be right, by chance William Cowper humorousintellectualtruth Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. William Cowper prayerfeetsweet Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die William Cowper sicksolitudelying Skins may differ, but affection William Cowper blackskinswhite Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose. William Cowper littleshappinesslife Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, William Cowper scorpionsnestseggs A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator. William Cowper prideselfmen Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt. William Cowper selfishinspirationalwar How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet. William Cowper solitudelonelinesssweet The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. William Cowper budflowersweet
