O Lord, by these things men live; And wholly therein is the life of my spirit: Wherefore recover thou me, and make me to live. – Isa 38:16 When ranting round in pleasure’s ring Religion may be blinded: Or if she gie a random sting, It may be little minded: But when on life we’re Tempest-driv’n— A conscience but a canker, A correspondence fixed wi’ Heav’n, Is sure a noble anchor. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand sweet song. Prayer Gracious Father, grant that I may not be willing to spend my life for trivial needs, for thou dost measure me for what I am, and boldest me for what I lose in waste. Be with me in my judgment of what is best, that I may make the most of my life. Amen.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 07:37:14 +0000
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