Trust In God And Ye Need Not

Resolved, When I Feel Pain, To Think Of The Pains Of Martyrdom, And Of Hell.

The Beauty Of The World Consists Wholly Of Sweet Mutual Consents, Either Within Itself Or With The Supreme Being.

Whatever In Christ Had The Nature Of Satisfaction, Was By Virtue Of The Suffering Or Humiliation That Was In It; But Whatever Had The Nature Of Merit, Was By Virtue Of The Obedience Or Righteousness There Was In It.

To Live With All My Might, While I Do Live

Grace Is But Glory Begun, And Glory Is But Grace Perfected.