The Man Who Does Not Know The

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?'

Hanging Is Too Good For Him Said Mr. Cruelty.

I Love To Hear My Lord Spoken Of, And Wherever I Have Seen The Print Of His Shoe In The Earth, There Have I Coveted To Put Mine Also.

It Is Easier Going Out Of The Way When We Are In, Than Going In When We Are Out.

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?