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My trust is in the Cross, there lies my rest, My fast, my sole delight. Let cold-mouthed Boreas, or the hot-mouthed East, Blow till they burst with spite; Let earth and hell conspire their worst, their best, And join their twisted might; Let showers of thunderbolts dart round and round me, And troops of fiends surround me: All this may well confront; all this shall ne’er confound me.
My trust is in the Cross, there lies my rest, My fast, my sole delight. Let cold-mouthed Boreas, or the hot-mouthed East, Blow till they burst with spite; Let earth and hell conspire their worst, their best, And join their twisted might; Let showers of thunderbolts dart round and round me, And troops of fiends surround me: All this may well confront; all this shall ne’er confound me.
Approximate author period: c. 1618 AD · renaissance
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- Francis Quarles
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- Approximate author period: c. 1618 AD · renaissance
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 157 · printed citation: Francis Quarles · subject: CROSS—CRUCIFIXION
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