Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How

They Are The Troublers, They Are The Dividers Of Unity, Who Neglect And Don't Permit Others To Unite Those Dissevered Pieces Which Are Yet Wanting To The Body Of Truth.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

He Who Freely Magnifies What Hath Been Nobly Done, And Fears Not To Declares As Freely What Might Be Done Better, Gives Ye The Best Covenant Of His Fidelity.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

God Made Thee Perfect, Not Immutable.