The world is content with setting right the surface of things

Christian! hence learn to do thy part, And leave the rest to Heaven.

Sin can read sin, but dimly scans high grace.

There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast, when struggling passions lower; Touch'd by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.

Cor ad cor loquitur.

Time hath a taming hand.

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home— Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene,—one step enough for me.