Date: 1739
"More hard than Marble is my Heart, / And foul with Sins of deepest Stain: / But Thou the mighty Saviour art, / Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain. / Ah! soften, melt this Rock, and may / Thy Blood wash all these Stains away."
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Date: 1739
"My GOD, what is a Human Heart? / Silver or Gold, or precious Stone; / Or Star, or Rainbow; or a Part / Of All, or all thy World in One?"
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Date: 1739
"Still the small inward voice I hear, / That whispers all my sins forgiven."
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Date: 1739
"[Holiness is] the image of God fresh stamped on the heart; the entire renewal of the mind in every temper and thought, after the likeness of Him that created it."
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Date: 1739
"Base Fear, the Laziness of Lust, gross Appetites, / These are the Ladders, and the groveling Footstool, / From whence the Tyrant rises on our Wrongs, / Secure and scepter'd in the Soul's Servility."
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Date: 1739
"How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness, / When such a Wretch, as I appear to be, / Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form, / And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion."
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Date: 1739
"List, list, my Lord! / While thus his Soul's unseated, shook by Passion, / Cou'd we engage him to betray Gustavus."
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Date: 1739
"A gen'rous Mind, tho' sway'd a-while by Passion. / Is like the steely Vigour of the Bow, / Still holds its native Rectitude, and bends / But to recoil more forceful."
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Date: 1739
"I am all / That's left to calm, to sooth his troubled Soul, / To Penitence, to Virtue; and perhaps / Restore the better Empire o'er his Mind, / True Seat of all Dominion."
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Date: January 1739
"The vividness of the first conception diffuses itself along the relations, and is convey'd, as by so many pipes or canals, to every idea that has any communication with the primary one."
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