Go On, Then, And Let Your Intent

I Wish Your Increase In Holiness, Number, Love, Religion, And Righteousness; And Wait You, And Cease To Contend With These Men That Are Gone From Us, For There Is Nothing That Shall Convince Them But Judgment.

But Go On, Valiant Champion; You Die Not As A Fool, Though The Apostate, Unfaithful, And Lukewarm Ministers And Professors Of This Generation Think And Say So.

I Have Been A Man Of Great Sins, But He Has Been A God Of Great Mercies; And Now, Through His Mercies, I Have A Conscience As Sound And Quiet As If I Had Never Sinned.

Fear Not; And The God Of Mercies Grant A Full Gale And A Fair Entry Into His Kingdom, Which May Carry Sweetly And Swiftly Over The Bar, That You Find Not The Rub Of Death.

It Is Long Since I Could Have Adventured On Eternity, Through God's Mercy And Christ's Merits; But Death Remained Somewhat Terrible, And That Now Is Taken Away; And Now Death Is No More To Me, But To Cast Myself Into My Husband's Arms, And To Lie Down With Him.