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Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;
And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
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Stanza 6.

 

William Wordsworth

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Marcus Aurelius

 

I come to Thee, O Christ. Faint and perishing, defenceless and needy, with many a sin and many a fear, to Thee I turn, for Thou hast died for me, and for me Thou dost live. Be Thou my shelter and strong tower. Give me to drink of living water. Let me rest in Thee while in this weary land; and let Thy sweet love, my Brother and my Lord, be mine all on earth and the heaven of my heaven.

 

Alexander Maclaren

 

I have extolled Thine overpowering majesty through Thine Own Self before the dwellers of the heavens and the earth, bearing witness that, verily, Thou and Thou alone art the Lord of might, the Eternal One, the Ancient of Days.
Hallowed and glorified art Thou; there is none other God but Thee and in truth unto Thee do we all return.

 

Bab

 

Thou art verily the Lord of grace abounding. Thou dost indeed suffice every created thing and causest it to be independent of all things, while nothing in the heavens or on the earth or that which lieth between them can ever suffice Thee.
Verily Thou art the Self-Sufficient, the All-Knowing; Thou art indeed potent over all things.

 

Bab

 

My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few
Who fitly shalt conceive thy reasoning,
Of such hard matter dost thou entertain;
Whence, if by misadventure, chance should bring
Thee to base company (as chance may do),
Quite unaware of what thou dost contain,
I prithee, comfort thy sweet self again,
My last delight! tell them that they are dull,
And bid them own that thou art beautiful.

 

Percy Bysshe Shelley