“My Saviour! fill up the blurred and blotted sketch which my clumsy hand has drawn of a Divine life, with the fullness of Thy perfect picture. I feel the beauty I cannot realize; robe me in Thine unutterable purity.”

—  Frederick William Robertson

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 77.

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British writer and theologian 1816–1853

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