We Have Nothing To Glory In But
Our Infirmities An Our Unworthiness,
Since, In That Everlasting Marriage- Union
Thou Hast Made With Us, We Brought With
Us Nothing But Weakness, Sin Misery.
How We Rejoice To Owe All To Thee, And
That Thou Favorest Our Heart With Treasures
And Boundless Riches Of Thy Grace And Love!
Thou Hast Dealt By Us, As If A Magnificent King
Should Marry A Poor Slave, Forget Our Slavery,
Give Us All The Ornaments Which May Render
Our Pleasing In His Eyes, And Freely Pardon
Our All The Faults And Ill Qualities Which Our
Ignorance And Bad Education Had Given Us. . .
Our Poverty Is Become Our Riches, And In
The Extremity Of Our Weakness We Have
Found Our Strength.
- Madame Guyon { 1647- 1717 }
Posted By: Judith A. Birt
Saturday, February 18th 2012 at 12:53PM
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