Too wise to err, too kind to injure, too tender to crush…

“That I would flee to no other refuge, wash in no other fountain, build on no other foundation, receive from no other fullness, rest in no other relief…Let me not be at my own disposal, but rejoice that I am under the care of one who is too wise to err, too kind to injure, too tender to crush.”

-From “Jesus My Glory,” p. 23  The Valley of Vision-

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