once earthly joy i craved, sought peace and rest; now thee alone i seek, give what is best.
let sorrow do its work, come grief and pain; sweet are thy messengers, sweet their refrain, when they can sing with me: more love, o christ, to thee. - e.p. prentiss
a man must first be broken i think, to:
1. consider that he will weep,
2. relinquish his torment, and to
3. seek a value to his pain, instead of vindication.
comes a time when one no longer avoids this hymn out of superstitious fear. sorrow visits the strongest fortress, but her sometime traveling companion is hope.
i am, among all, most richly blessed. - an unknown soldier
catch my tears; save them for a holy purpose. - p.j. ellis
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