Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell,

Say, Heavenly Pow'rs, Where Shall We Find Such Love? Which Of Ye Will Be Mortal To Redeem Man's Mortal Crime, And Just Th' Unjust To Save.

All Hell Broke Loose.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

They Who Have Put Out The People's Eyes Reproach Them Of Their Blindness.

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.