he is not Lord over all.

Therefore, with angels and with archangels, with the spirits of the
just made perfect, with the little children of the kingdom, yea, with
the Lord himself, and for all them that know him not, we praise and
magnify and laud his name in itself, saying _Our Father_. We do not
draw back for that we are unworthy, nor even for that we are
hard-hearted and care not for the good. For it is his childlikeness
that makes him our God and Father. The perfection of his relation to us
swallows up all our imperfections, all our defects, all our evils; for
our childhood is born of his fatherhood. That man is perfect in faith
who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his
desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low
thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to
him, "Thou art my refuge, because thou art my home."

Such a faith will not lead to presumption. The man who can pray such a
prayer will know better than another, that God is not mocked; that he
is not a man that he should repent; that tears and entreaties will not
work on him to the breach of one of his laws; that for God to give a
man because he asked for it that which was not in harmony with his laws
of truth and right, would be to damn him--to cast him into the outer
darkness. And he knows that out of that prison the childlike,
imperturbable God will let no man come till he has paid the uttermost
farthing.

And if he should forget this, the God to whom he belongs does not
forget it, does not forget him. Life is no series of chances with a few
providences sprinkled between to keep up a justly failing belief, but
one providence of God; and the man shall not live long before life