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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537648" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Increased By Suffering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I love the Lord,' is still the strain<br>This heart delights to sing:<br>But I reply--your thoughts are vain,<br>Perhaps 'tis no such thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the power of love divine<br>Creation fades away;<br>Till only God is seen to shine<br>In all that we survey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In gulfs of awful night we find<br>The God of our desires;<br>'Tis there he stamps the yielding mind,<br>And doubles all its fires. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flames of encircling love invest,<br>And pierce it sweetly through;<br>'Tis filled with sacred joy, yet pressed<br>With sacred sorrow too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah love! my heart is in the right--<br>Amidst a thousand woes,<br>To thee, its ever new delight,<br>And all its peace it owes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fresh causes of distress occur<br>Where'er I look or move;<br>The comforts I to all prefer<br>Are solitude and love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor exile I nor prison fear;<br>Love makes my courage great;<br>I find a Saviour every where,<br>His grace in every state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor castle walls, nor dungeons deep,<br>Exclude his quickening beams;<br>There I can sit, and sing, and weep,<br>And dwell on heavenly themes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There sorrow, for his sake, is found<br>A joy beyond compare;<br>There no presumptuous thoughts abound,<br>No pride can enter there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Saviour doubles all my joys,<br>And sweetens all my pains,<br>His strength in my defence employs,<br>Consoles me and sustains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fear no ill, resent no wrong;<br>Nor feel a passion move,<br>When malice whets her slanderous tongue;<br>Such patience is in love.</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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This heart delights to sing:
But I reply--your thoughts are vain,
Perhaps 'tis no such thing.

Before the power of love divine
Creation fades away;
Till only God is seen to shine
In all that we survey.

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