Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.
Acquaint yourself with your own ignorance.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Hush my dear lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard they bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
Let me be dressed fine as I will Flies worms and flowers exceed me still.
Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things our own meditation must form our judgement.
How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace Beneath Thy feet we lie afar And see but shadows of Thy face.
For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.
One glance of Thine creates a day.
Acquire a government over your ideas, that they may come down when they are called, and depart when they are bidden.
To be angry about trifles is mean and childish to rage and be furious is brutish and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils but to prevent and suppress rising rese...
Once a day....call yourselves to an account what new ideas, what new proposition or truth you have gained, what further confirmation of known truths, and what advances you have made in any part of kno...