To Run And Work The Law Commands,

The Man That Takes Up Religion For The World Will Throw Away Religion For The World.

See How Ye Pharisee In The Temple Stands, And Justifies Himself With Lifted Hands. Whilst Ye Poor Publican With Downcast Eyes, Conscious Of Guilt To God For Mercy Cries.

Sleep Is Sweet To The Labouring Man.

Who Would True Valour See, Let Him Come Hither; One Here Will Constant Be, Come Wind, Come Weather There’s No Discouragement Shall Make Him Once Relent His First Avowed Intent To Be A Pilgrim.

Great Grace And Small Gifts Are Better Than Great Gifts And No Grace.