Quotes
Quotes about God
Even God's providence
Seeming estranged.
Put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry!
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
It is thy very energy of thought
Which keeps thee from thy God.
The hand that rounded Peter's dome,
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew:
The conscious stone to beauty grew.
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,
The youth replies, I can!
Fear not, then, thou child infirm;
There's no god dare wrong a worm.
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill!
God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose.
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!
Wherever there is a human being, I see God-given rights inherent in that being, whatever may be the sex or complexion.
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.
Much must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods.
God sent his singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth.
God blesses still the generous thought,
And still the fitting word He speeds,
And Truth, at His requiring taught,
He quickens into deeds.
God is and all is well.
Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee I sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness,
Round our restlessness His rest.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
A gauntlet with a gift in it.
