My trust is in the mercy and wisdom of a kind Providence, who ordereth all things for our good.
One drop of the Lord's mercy is better than an ocean of the world's comfort.
What is the gospel itself but a merciful moderation, in which Christ's obedience is esteemed ours, and our sins laid upon him, wherein God, from being a judge, becomes our Father, pardoning our sins and accepting our obedience, though feeble and blemished? We are now brought to heaven under the covenant of grace by a way of love and mercy.
Grace, Mercy and Forgiveness will help a man walk tall. Walk tall!
If you knew what a sensation of the nearness of a higher power one instinctively feels when one is permitted to contribute to the good of mankind, as I have done, and still do! Believe me, it is a great gift of God's mercy!
Content in a way he’d rarely been before Mercy, he simply stroked her until she purred. It delighted him as it always did. “I made you purr. ” A lazy yawn. “I’m faking it.
Politics are for foreigners with their endless wrongs and paltry rights. Politics are a lousy way to get things done. Politics are, like God's infinite mercy, a last resort.
Mercy trumps justice.
Mercy: “Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet. ” Ben: “You killed someone?” Ben asked with interest
I believe in a God of a second chance and a God of love and mercy, because I need so much more of it myself.
Our rule is the works of mercy. . . It is the way of sacrifice, worship, a sense of reverence.
I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
The tender mercies of the Lord are available to all of us and. . . the Redeemer of Israel is eager to bestow such gifts upon us.
Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.
When you are convinced that everything that happens is the will of God, what is there to do but wait until God has mercy?
To you who think you are lost or without hope, or who think you have done too much that was too wrong for too long, to every one of you who worry that you are stranded somewhere on the wintry plains of life and have wrecked your handcart in the process, we call out "Jehovah's unrelenting refrain, "My hand is stretched out still" (Isaiah 5:25: 9:17,21). ". . . His mercy endureth forever, and His hand is stretched out still. His is the pure love of Christ, the charity that never faileth, that compassion which endures even when all other strength disappears".
We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.
I live by the mercy of Jesus, to whom I owe everything and from whom I expect everything.