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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Glory To God Alone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh loved! but not enough--though dearer far<br>Than self and its most loved enjoyments are;<br>None duly loves thee, but who, nobly free<br>From sensual objects, finds his all in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glory of God! thou stranger here below,<br>Whom man nor knows, nor feels a wish to know;<br>Our faith and reason are both shocked to find<br>Man in the post of honour—Thee behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reason exclaims--'Let every creature fall,<br>Ashamed, abased, before the Lord of all;'<br>And faith, o'erwhelmed with such a dazzling blaze,<br>Feebly describes the beauty she surveys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet man, dim–sighted man, and rash as blind,<br>Deaf to the dictates of his better mind,<br>In frantic competition dares the skies,<br>And claims precedence of the Only wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, lost in vanity, till once self–known!<br>Nothing is great, or good, but God alone;<br>When thou shalt stand before his awful face,<br>Then, at the last, thy pride shall know his place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glorious, Almighty, First, and without end!<br>When wilt thou melt the mountains and descend?<br>When wilt thou shoot abroad thy conquering rays,<br>And teach these atoms, thou hast made, thy praise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy glory is the sweetest heaven I feel;<br>And, if I seek it with too fierce a zeal,<br>Thy love, triumphant o'er a selfish will,<br>Taught me the passion, and inspires it still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My reason, all my faculties, unite,<br>To make thy glory their supreme delight:<br>Forbid it, fountain of my brightest days,<br>That I should rob thee, and usurp thy praise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul! rest happy in thy low estate,<br>Nor hope, nor wish, to be esteemed or great,<br>To take the impression of a will divine,<br>Be that thy glory, and those riches thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Confess him righteous in his just decrees,<br>Love what he loves, and let his pleasure please;<br>Die daily; from the touch of sin recede;<br>Then thou hast crowned him, and he reigns indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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