Our Sins, When Laid Upon Christ, Were

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

Now May This Little Book A Blessing Be To Those That Love This Little Book, And Me: And May Its Buyer Have No Cause To Say, His Money Is But Lost, Or Thrown Away.

If We Have Not Quiet In Our Minds, Outward Comfort Will Do No More For Us Than A Golden Slipper On A Gouty Foot.

The Kingdom Of Heaven Is For The Heirs - And If Children, Then Heirs; If Born Again, Then Heirs. Wherefore It Is Said Expressly, Except A Man Be Born Again, He Cannot See The Kingdom Of God. By This One Word, Down Goes All Carnal Privilege Of Being Born Of Flesh And Blood, And Of The Will Of Man. Canst Thou Produce The Birthright?

To Run And Work The Law Commands, But Gives Us Neither Feet Nor Hands. But Better News The Gospel Brings, It Bids Us Fly And Gives Us Wings.