Make Not Christ A Liar In Distrusting

We Are As Near To Heaven As We Are Far From Self, And Far From The Love Of A Sinful World.

Christ's Enemies Are But Breaking Their Own Heads In Pieces, Upon The Rock Laid In Zion; And The Stone Is Not Removed Out Of Its Place. Faith Hath Cause To Take Courage From Our Very Afflictions; The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints. I Know That He But Heweth And Polisheth Stones, All This Time, For The New Jerusalem.

If Christ Jesus Be The Periode, The End And The Lodging-home At The End Of Your Journey, There Is No Fear Ye Go To A Friend . . . Ye May Look Death In The Face With Joy.

Since He Looked Upon Me My Heart Is Not My Own. He Hath Runaway To Heaven With It.

Verily, We Know Not What An Evil It Is To Indulge Ourselves, And To Make An Idol Of Our Will.