Come, Let Us Sing A Psalm, And

It Is Not I That Smite, Stab, And Slay, But God And My Prince, For My Hand And My Body Are Now Their Servants.

So Tenaciously Should We Cling To The World Revealed By The Gospel, That Were I To See All The Angels Of Heaven Coming Down To Me To Tell Me Something Different, Not Only Would I Not Be Tempted To Doubt A Single Syllable, But I Would Shut My Eyes And Stop My Ears, For They Would Not Deserve To Be Either Seen Or Heard.

Once Sure That The Doctrine We Teach Is God's Word, Once Certain Of This, We May Build Thereupon, And Know That This Cause Shall And Must Remain; The Devil Shall Not Be Able To Overthrow It, Much Less The World Be Able To Uproot It, How Fiercely Soever It Rage.

One Book Is Enough, But A Thousand Books Is Not Too Many!

There Is No Wisdom Save In Truth. Truth Is Everlasting, But Our Ideas About Truth Are Changeable. Only A Little Of The First Fruits Of Wisdom, Only A Few Fragments Of The Boundless Heights, Breadths And Depths Of Truth, Have I Been Able To Gather.