Quotes on Thee

Lord, thou madest us for thyself, and we can find no rest till we find rest in thee.

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,_x000D_ _x000D_ On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;_x000D_ _x000D_ But on thy turf shall roses rear_x000D_ _x000D_ Their leaves, the earliest of the year.

For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Love hath made thee a tame snake

I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,_x000D_ _x000D_ Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide._x000D_ _x000D_ Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,_x000D_ _x000D_ For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause_x000D_ _x000D_ But rather reason thus with reason fetter,_x000D_ _x000D_ Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let_x000D_ _x000D_ me die, for I have lived long enough.

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

The prayer power has never been tried to its full capacity...if we want to see mighty wonders of divine power and grace wrought in the place of weakness, failure and disappointment, let us answer God's standing challenge, "Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things which thou knowest not."

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

Furnish thyself with arguments from the promises to enforce thy prayers, and make them prevalent with God. The promises are the ground of faith, and faith, when strengthened, will make thee fervent, and such fervency ever speeds and returns with victory out of the field of prayer. The mightier any is in the Word, the more mighty he will be in prayer.

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice_x000D_ _x000D_ And could of men distinguish her election,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sh'ath sealed thee for herself.

America! America!_x000D_ _x000D_ God shed His grace on thee_x000D_ _x000D_ And crown thy good with brotherhood_x000D_ _x000D_ From sea to shinning sea!

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

I travelled among unknown men,_x000D_ _x000D_ In lands beyond the sea;_x000D_ _x000D_ Nor England! did I know till then_x000D_ _x000D_ What love I bore to thee.

In all I wish, how happy should I be,_x000D_ _x000D_ Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee?_x000D_ _x000D_ So weak thou art that fools thy power despise;_x000D_ _x000D_ And yet so strong, thou triumph'st o'er the wise.

Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.