“I have no cares, O blessed Will!
For all my cares are Thine;
I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou
Hast made Thy triumph mine.”

—  Frederick William Faber

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 44.

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British hymn writer and theologian 1814–1863

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