Lord, I confess my sin is great;
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Fractures well cured make us more strong.
"Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees." - T.J. "Stonewall" Jackson
Lord, I confess my sin is great;
...
Fractures well cured make us more strong.
Man is God's image; but a poor man is
Christ's stamp to boot: both images regard.
God reckons for him, counts the favour his:
Write, So much giv'n to God; thou shalt be heard.
Let thy alms go before, and keep heav'n gate
Open for thee; or both may come too late.
Art thou a magistrate? then be severe:
If studious; copy fair, what time hath blurred;
Redeem truth from his jaws: if soldier,
Chase brave employments with a naked sword
Throughout the world. Fool not: for all may have,
If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave.
Yet, if thou sin in wine or wantonness,
Boast not thereof; nor make thy shame thy glory.
Frailty gets pardon by submissiveness;
But he that boasts, shuts that out of his story.
He makes flat war with God, and doth defy
With his poor clod of earth the spacious sky.