My Desire Is That My Lord Would

When The Race Is Ended, And The Play Is Either Won Or Lost, And Ye Are In The Utmost Circle And Border Of Time, And Shall Put Your Foot Within The March Of Eternity, All The Good Things Of Your Short Nightdream Shall Seem To You Like Ashes Of A Blaze Of Thorns Or Straw.

When The Supreme Magistrate Will Not Execute The Judgment Of The Lord, Those Who Made Him Supreme Magistrate, Under God, Who Have Under God, Sovereighn Liberty To Dispose Of Crowns And Kingdoms, Are To Execute The Judgment Of The Lord, When Wicked Men Make The Law Of God Of None Effect.

The Night Will Close The Door & Fasten My Anchor Within The Veil And I Shall Go Away To Sleep.

I Bless The Lord That All Our Troubles Come Through Christ's Fingers, And That He Casteth Sugar Among Them And Casteth In Some Ounce Withts Of Heaven And Of The Spirit Of Glory In Our Cup.

Praise God For The Hammer, The File, And The Furnace. The Hammer Molds Us, The File Sharpens Us, And The Fire Tempers Us.