He That Lives In Sin And Looks

Their Bodies Will Be Raised From The Dead As Vessels For The Soul-vessels Of Wrath. The Soul Will Breathe Hell-fire, And Smoke And Coal Will Seem To Hang Upon Its Burning Lips, Yea The Face, Eyes, And Ears Will Seem To Be Chimneys And Vents For The Flame, And The Smoke Of The Burning , Which God, By His Breath, Hath Kindled Therein, And Upon, Them, Which Will Be Held One In Another, To The Great Torment And Distress Of Each Other.

He Hath Given Me Rest By His Sorrow, And Life By His Death.

It Is Easier Going Out Of The Way When We Are In, Than Going In When We Are Out.

If My Life Is Fruitless, It Doesn't Matter Who Praises Me, And If My Life Is Fruitful, It Doesn't Matter Who Criticizes Me.

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.