Shine Son Of Glory, And My Sinnes

Let The Greatest Part Of The News Thou Hearest Be The Least Part Of What Thou Believest, Lest The Greater Part Of What Thou Believest Be The Least Part Of What Is True.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

Tis Not, To Cry God Mercy, Or To Sit And Droop, Or To Confess That Thou Hast Fail'd: 'tis To Bewail The Sins Thou Didst Commit: And Not Commit Those Sins Thou Hast Bewail' D. He That Bewails And Not Forsakes Them Too; Confesses Rather What He Means To Do.

The Voice Of Humility Is God's Music, And The Silence Of Humility Is God's Rhetoric.

Take Heed Thou Trust Not The Deceitful Lap Of Wanton Dalilah; The World's A Trap.