There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.