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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.

He Who Duly Esteemeth Christ, Is A Noble Bidder, And So A Noble And Liberal Buyer.

It Is Impossible To Be Submissive And Religiously Patient, If Ye Stay Your Thoughts Down Among The Confused Rollings And Wheels Of Second Causes, As, O, The Place! O, The Time! O, If This Had Been, This Had Not Followed! O, The Linking Of This Accident With This Time And Place! Look Up To The Master Motion And The First Wheel.

If So Be That Freewill Were Our Tutor, And We Had Our Heaven In Our Own Keeping, Then We Would Lose All. But Because We Have Christ For Our Tutor, And He Has Our Heaven In His Hand, Therefore The Covenant It Must Be Perpetual.

I Pray God That I May Never Find My Will Again. Oh, That Christ Would Subject My Will To His, And Trample It Under His Feet.