He Hath Given Me Rest By His

Riches And Power, What Is There More In The World? For Money Answereth All Things-that Is, All But Soul Concerns. It Can Neither Be A Price For Souls While Here, Nor Can That, With All The Forces Of Strength, Recover One Out Of Hell Fire.

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.

To Seek Yourself In This World Is To Be Lost; And To Be Humble Is To Be Exalted.

You Have Chosen The Roughest Road, But It Leads Straight To The Hilltops.

Pray Often, For Prayer Is A Shield To The Soul, A Sacrifice To God, And A Scourge For Satan.