Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most, That the strongest wander furthest, and more hopelessly are lost?
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen.
Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole, The index pointing at Him is our soul; Death the horizon, when our sun is set, Which will through Christ a resurrection get.
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine. - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,
As the grace grows nearer my theology is growing strangely simple, and it begins and ends with Christ as the only Savior of the lost.
Division has done more to hide Christ from the view of all men than all the infidelity that has ever been spoken.
Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it.
Giving every man a vote has no more made men wise and free than Christianity has made them good.
Giving every man a vote has no more made men wise and free than Christianity has made them good.
The history of those who shed those other tears, the history of those anonymous millions, is what Terkel wants readers and listeners to come away with. What's it like to be that goofy little soldier, scared stiff, with his bayonet aimed at Christ? What's it like to have been a woman in a defense-plant job during World War II? What's it like to be a kid at the front lines? It's all funny and tragic at the same time.
Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Are you drawn forth among a world of men To slay the innocent? What is my offense? Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced The bitter sentence of poor Clarence's death Before I be convict by course of law? To threaten me with death is most unlawful: I charge you, as you hope [to have redemption By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,] That you depart, and lay no hands on me. The deed you undertake is damnable.
Hold fast the form of sound words, which thou hast heard of me, in faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.