I Fear Nothing For God Is With

The Poor Folk Gladly Came To Me, For I Did Them No Unkindness, But Helped Them As Much As I Could.

If I Am Not, May God Place Me There; If I Am, May God So Keep Me. I Should Be The Saddest In All The World If I Knew That I Were Not In The Grace Of God. But If I Were In A State Of Sin, Do You Think The Voice Would Come To Me? I Would That Every One Could Hear The Voice As I Hear It.

It Is True I Wished To Escape; And So I Wish Still: Is Not This Lawful For All Prisoners?

How Else Would God Speak To Me, If Not Through My Imagination?

I Saw Them With My Bodily Eyes As Clearly As I See You. And When They Departed, I Used To Weep And Wish They Would Take Me With Them.