He That Is Down Needs Fear No

Be Of Good Cheer, Jesus Christ Maketh Thee Whole.

What A Fool, Quoth He, Am I, Thus To Lie In A Stinking Dungeon, When I May As Well Walk At Liberty! I Have A Key In My Bosom, Called Promise, That Will, I Am Persuaded, Open Any Lock In Doubting Castle.

Faith Is A Fruit, Work, Or Gift Of The Spirit Of God, Whereby A Poor Soul Is Enabled Through The Mighty Operation Of God, In A Sense Of Its Sins And Wretched Estate To Lay Hold On The Righteousness, Blood, Death, Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession, And Coming Again Of The Son Of God Which Was Crucified Without The Gates Of Jerusalem, For Eternal Life.

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.

Now, Mr. Great-heart Was A Strong Man, So He Was Not Afraid Of A Lion.