C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Worship

And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship.

Emerson.

Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.

Plutarch.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Shakespeare.

This hour they worship, and the next blaspheme.

Dr. Garth.

Resort to sermons, but to prayers most:
Praying’s the end of preaching.

Herbert.

A little bread and wine in a dungeon sufficed for the liturgy of the martyrs.

Hamerton.

The best way of worshipping God is in allaying the distress of the times and improving the condition of mankind.

Abulfazzi.

Every one’s true worship was that which he found in use in the place where be chanced to be.

Montaigne.

Ev’n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp’d stocks and stones.

Milton.

First worship God; he that forgets to pray
Bids not himself good morrow, nor good day.

Randolph.

He wales a portion with judicious care;
And “Let us worship God!” he says, with solemn air.

Burns.

Worship as though the Deity were present. If my mind is not engaged in my worship, it is as though I worshipped not.

Confucius.

Men always worships something; always he sees the infinite shadowed forth in something finite.

Carlyle.

’Tis certain that worship stands in some commanding relation to the health of man, and to his highest powers, so as to be, in some manner, the source of intellect.

Emerson.

Praise Him, each savage furious beast
That on His stores do daily feast;
And you tame slaves, of the laborious plough,
Your weary knees to your Creator bow.

Wentworth Dillon.

The act of divine worship is the inestimable privilege of man, the only created being who bows in humility and adoration.

Hosea Ballou.

Remember that God will not be mocked; that it is the heart of the worshiper which He regards. We are never safe till we love Him with our whole heart whom we pretend to worship.

Bishop Henshawe.

Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod.
They have left unstained, what there they found—
Freedom to worship God.

Mrs. Hemans.

The heart ran o’er
With silent worship of the great of old!—
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Our spirits from their urns.

Byron.

How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,
Sole, or responsive each to other’s note,
Singing their great Creator?

Milton.

Lord, let us to Thy gates repair
To hear the gladdening sound,
That we may find salvation there,
While yet it may be found.
There let us joy and comfort reap;
There teach us how to pray,
For grace to choose, and strength to keep
The straight, the narrow way,
And so increase our love for Thee,
That all our future days
May one continued Sabbath be
Of gratitude and praise.

William Oke.

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