Wickedness Is Weakness.

He Left It In Thy Power, Ordaind Thy Will By Nature Free, Not Over-rul'd By Fate Inextricable, Or Strict Necessity.

Yet Much Remains To Conquer Still; Peace Hath Her Victories No Less Renowned Then War, New Foes Arise Threatening To Bind Our Souls With Secular Chains: Help Us To Save Free Conscience From The Paw Of Hireling Wolves Whose Gospel Is Their Maw.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

O Fleeting Joys Of Paradise, Dear Bought With Lasting Woes!

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.