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What thou art, that thou art.
What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
For none can express thee, though all should approve thee.
I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.
He is Thy best servant who looks not so much to hear that from Whee which himself willeth, as rather to will that, which from Thee he heareth.
I see no priestly garments on you. There is no ephod on your belt. You presume to speak for Yahweh? You speak his name aloud so lightly?
Forth in thy name,O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue. Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think or speak or do.
Their images I loved I view in thee
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
Thou lov'st to speak in riddles and dark words.
He pleaseth God whom God pleaseth.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
Thy wretchedness weighs upon me, so that it to weep invites me.
Thou O Lord, art my Father and Thou my Mother. Thou art the Giver of peace to my soul and very life.
May I never forsake thee, my God.
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
Who had deceived thee so often as thyself?
A fool of thee: depart.
I love thee better now than e'er I did.
I hate thee worse.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
Thou hast ravished my heart.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach
Who is there?" asks God. "It is I." "Go away," God says ... Later ... "Who is there?" asks God. "It is Thou." "Enter," replies God.
What-e're thou art,
Act well thy part.
Make me an instrument of thy peace.
Noble have I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise then unto that for which thou wast created.
He is thy life and the length of thy days;
Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee
How shall I speak thee, or thy power address Thou God of our idolatry, the Press ... Like Eden's dead probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
Nearer, my God, to Thee.
My God, how good Thou art! How well dost Thou suit the trial to our strength!
Let me this day know Thee as Thou art, love Thee supremely, serve Thee wholly, admire Thee fully. Through
I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
And yet thou are not there;
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
And press the common air.
Whence has come thy lasting power.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Hee that doth what hee will, doth not what he ought.
Who has deceived thee as oft as thyself.
Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?
Thou Wonder, and thou Beauty, and thou Terror!
And chiefly thou, O spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples the upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st. Thou from the first
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like sattest brooding on the vast abyss,
And madst it pregnant.
Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
Oh! that Thou wouldest enter into my heart, and inebriate it, that I may forget my ills, and embrace Thee, my sole good!
O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
Know thy sacred soul
If there is no God for thee Then there is no God for me.
Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John,
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
Lord, I am not worthy
Lord, I am not worthy
but speak the word only.
For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
Thou from this land, I from myself am banish'd.
Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
Although, dear Lord, I have no feeling of confidence in Thee, I know all the same that Thou art my God, that I am wholly Thine, and that I have no hope but in Thy goodness; therefore I abandon myself entirely into Thy hands.
Make me, o lord, thy spinning wheel complete, thy holy word thy distaff make for me.
What is there in thee, Man, that can be known?
Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought,
A phantom dim of past and future wrought,
Vain sister of the worm ...
I am a thousand time more evil than thou!
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.
I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.
Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin?
Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee.
Thou art a little soul bearing about a corpse,
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
Merely, thou art death's fool,
For him thou labor'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet run'st toward him still.
Thou has a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou host a thousand forms and yet not one form.
Lord thy will be done in my life.
How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnished for the world to come.
For thy love, I feel ineffable joy.
He that sowes trusts in God.
I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.
Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.
Oh! for Thy mercies' sake, tell me, O Lord my God, what Thou art unto me.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
I have no master but Thee, no law but Thy will, no delight but Thyself, no wealth but that Thou givest, no good but that Thou blessest, no peace but that Thou bestowest.
What God hath wrought?
I will deny thee nothing:
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.
I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
That which shows God in me, fortifies me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.
Evil, be thou my good.
I sit in thy shadow but not alone.
Thee lift me, and I lift thee, and together we ascend.
And death unloads thee.
What thou lovest well remains,
O good Jesu Thou has bound my heart in the thought of Thy Name, and now I can not but sing it; therefore have mercy upon me, making perfect that Thou hast ordained.
May the fire of St. Anthony fly up thy fundament.
Covenant of thy servant: thou hast profaned
I have sinned against you, my Lord.
Not he that adorns but he that adores makes a divinity.
But thou art all my art, and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.
Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.
Lord, who art always the same, give that I know myself, give that I know Thee.
With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow
Lord judge between me and thee, and the Lord avenge me of thee: but mine hand shall not be upon thee. 13 As saith the
The well heeded well heard.
For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.