An Idle Man's Brain Is The Devil's

See How Ye Pharisee In The Temple Stands, And Justifies Himself With Lifted Hands. Whilst Ye Poor Publican With Downcast Eyes, Conscious Of Guilt To God For Mercy Cries.

To Go Back Is Nothing But Death; But To Go Forward Is Fear Of Death And Life Everlasting Beyond.

I Would Say To My Soul, O My Soul, This Is Not The Place Of Despair; This Is Not The Time To Despair In. As Long As Mine Eyes Can Find A Promise In The Bible, As Long As There Is A Moment Left Me Of Breath Or Life In This World, So Long Will I Wait Or Look For Mercy, So Long Will I Fight Against Unbelief And Despair.

The More He Cast Away, The More He Had.

Though There Is Not Always Grace Where There Is The Fear Of Hell, Yet, To Be Sure, There Is No Grace Where There Is No Fear Of God.