Ten thousand difficulties do not make one doubt

Time hath a taming hand.

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

Cor ad cor loquitur.

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.

Sin can read sin, but dimly scans high grace.

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.