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Слушать(AI)The Holdfast
I threatned to observe the strict decree Of my deare God with all my power and might: But I was told by one, it could not be;
Yet I might trust in God to be my light.
Then will I trust, said I, in him alone. Nay, ev'n to trust in him, was also his: We must confesse, that nothing is our own.
Then I confesse that he my succour is:
But to have nought is ours, not to confesse That we have nought. I stood amaz'd at this, Much troubled, till I heard a friend expresse,
That all things were more ours by being his. What Adam had, and forfeited for all, Christ keepeth now, who cannot fail or fall.
George Herbert
George Herbert (3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633)[1] was a Welsh-born poet, orator, and priest of the Church of England. His poetry is associated wit
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