The parable of the prodigal son, the most beautiful fiction that ever was invented; our Saviour's speech to His disciples, with which He closed His earthly ministrations, full of the sublimest dignity and tenderest affection, surpass everything that I ever read; and like the spirit by which they were dictated, fly directly to the heart.
William CowperLord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!
William CowperJust knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.
William CowperFar happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
William Cowper