In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.
There is a glory in a great mistake.
Nothing steals God's glory more than worrying believers who are driven through life by fear
The patient man is merry indeed. . . . The jailers that watch him are but his pages of honour, and his very dungeon but the lower side of the vault of heaven. He kisseth the wheel that must kill him; and thinks the stairs of the scaffold of his martyrdom but so many degrees of his ascent to glory. The tormentors are weary of him. the beholders have pitty on him, all men wonder at him; and while he seems below all men, below himself, he is above nature. He hath so overcome hlmself that nothing can conquer him.
Every marriage moves either toward enhancing one another’s glory or toward degrading each other.
To multitudes of sufferers on beds of pain and languishing, Jesus has been the great physician to-day; in many a weeping circle around precious dust, He has been the Divine comforter, and the tears have almost ceased to flow as this Jesus has touched the bier. Dying lips have whispered His name, and the valley of the shadow has been illumined as with the glory from the celestial shores.
Induction is the glory of science and the scandal of philosophy.
Every day without exception - is a gift from God, entrusted to us to use for His glory.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
The enemy's plan is to take away God's glory. God's plan is to have as much glory shown through your life.
God gets glory when his strength shines in our weakness.
It's not the destination, It's the glory of the ride.
Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible.
And may we ever have gratitude in hearts that the great Creator in all His glory has placed the herbs in the field for our healing.
When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods' gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy.
Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross
I want to see the glory of God invade this generation.
At the Throne of Glory it is not the nobly-born that are beloved, but the nobly-risen.
The Gospel, radiant with the glory of Christ’s cross, constantly invites us to rejoice.
Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your problems fill my present Are we both going somewhere?