There Is Enough Sin In My Best

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.

What God Says Is Best, Is Best, Though All The Men In The World Are Against It.

Though There Is Not Always Grace Where There Is The Fear Of Hell, Yet, To Be Sure, There Is No Grace Where There Is No Fear Of God.

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'