Faith & Trust
LORD, how near was I to danger, yet escaped!
I see thy goodness delights to have thy favours sued for, expecting we should crave what thou intendest we should have.
The mark must not choose what arrow shall be shot against it. What God sends I must receive.
God’s mercy, whose providence, foreseeing that men of lead would make instruments of cruelty, did give that metal a medicinal virtue.
LORD, many temporal matters, which I have desired, thou hast denied me; it vexed me for the present that I wanted my will; since, considering in cold blood, I plainly perceive, had that which I desired been done, I had been undone!
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