Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven

What Honour That, But Tedious Waste Of Time, To Sit And Hear So Many Hollow Compliments And Lies.

Vain Wisdom All, And False Philosophy.

And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate Of Life.

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.