“With the merciful thou wilt shew thyself merciful;
with an upright man thou wilt shew thyself upright”
Psa 18.25
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“To be proud of learning
is the greatest ignorance.”
– Jeremy Taylor
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It is assuring that there is a God.
It’s More assuring that He loves us.
And MOST assuring that His Son died for our sins.
– eab, 2/14/15
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“Here” is the place for toys great, medium, or small,
“Here” is the arena for games of chance or of ball,
“Here” is the land for buildings spacious and tall,
‘Here” is where all the above stay.
There is, Thank God, beyond the blue clear,
Where the folly of all we’ve held so dear,
Will fully, honestly, in cheapness appear,
And live there is one grand, glorious Day.
There is a place where streets are made of gold,
A land where bodies and souls are never sold,
The hope of the holy and at the same time bold,
The road to such serenity is called the Narrow Way.
Release your hold on fleeting toys of this short life,
Give in to God. Give help to men. Stop selfish strife.
Take your children, your siblings, your noble wife.
“You must be born again” and friend you also may!
– eab, 3/25/08
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Godfrey Thring was born 3/25/1823 at Alford, Somerset, England. He was the son of the rector, John Gale Dalton Thring & Sarah née Jenkyns. He was brother to Theodore Thring, Henry, Lord Thring associated with Parliament, Edward Thring, headmaster of Uppingham School, John Charles Thring master at Uppingham School & two sisters.
Godfrey was educated at Shrewsbury School & Balliol College, Oxford (B A 1845). He was ordained in the Church of England & served it until his death. He died 9/13/1903 at Surrey, England. He wrote:
“Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heav’nly anthem drowns All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless king Through all eternity.”
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