Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small.
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
What use is it that knowledge mounts? It's knowing something good that counts.
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