I Have Given Him My Faith, And

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

To-despise The World Is The Way To Enjoy Heaven; And Blessed Are They Who Delight To Converse With God By Prayer.

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.

Then I Saw That There Was A Way To Hell, Even From The Gates Of Heaven.

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