The Name Of The Slough Was Despond.

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.

I Will Stay In Prison Till The Moss Grows On My Eye Lids Rather Than Disobey God.

Fullness To Such A Burden Is That Go On Pilgrimage; Here Little, And Hereafter Bliss, Is Best From Age To Age.

If You Are Not A Praying Person, You Are Not A Christian.

Their Bodies Will Be Raised From The Dead As Vessels For The Soul-vessels Of Wrath. The Soul Will Breathe Hell-fire, And Smoke And Coal Will Seem To Hang Upon Its Burning Lips, Yea The Face, Eyes, And Ears Will Seem To Be Chimneys And Vents For The Flame, And The Smoke Of The Burning , Which God, By His Breath, Hath Kindled Therein, And Upon, Them, Which Will Be Held One In Another, To The Great Torment And Distress Of Each Other.