With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout,

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.

The Love-lorn Nightingale Nightly To Thee Her Sad Song Mourneth Well.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

The Saviour Who Flitted Before The Patriarchs Through The Fog Of The Old Dispensation, And Who Spake In Time Past To The Fathers By The Prophets, Articulate But Unseen, Is The Same Saviour Who, On The Open Heights Of The Gospel, And In The Abundant Daylight Of This New Testament, Speaks To Us. Still All Along It Is The Same Jesus, And That Bible Is From Beginning To End All Of It, The Word Of Christ.

It Is Not Good That Man Should Be Alone. ... Hitherto All Things That Have Been Named, Were Approved Of God To Be Very Good: Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good: Whether It Be A Thing, Or The Want Of Something, I Labour Not.