Sunday, 25 August 2013

I dare not trust my sweetest frame

O I dare not trust my sweetest frame, that is, all those worldly colours that makes me appear exceedingly beautiful in the eyes of men. Nay, I dare not sleep upon them as my security. For when the relenting waves of death rushes upon my banks, it shall sweep all those frames away without care nor pity. Therefore, my trust shall be in this alone, namely the righteousness of Christ. Death cannot overcome it. 


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