Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are

Take Christ In With You Under Your Yoke, And Let Patience Have Her Perfect Work.

Live On Christ's Love While Ye Are Here, And All The Way.

Every Man By Nature Is A Freeman Born; By Nature No Man Cometh Out Of The Womb Under Any Civil Subjection To King, Prince, Or Judge.

Faith's Speculations To The Worst And Hardest, In Point Of Resolution, Are Sweet.

But The Way To Overcome Is By Patience, Forgiving And Praying For Your Enemies, In Doing Whereof You Heap Coals Upon Their Heads, And Your Lord Shall Open A Door To You In Your Trouble: Wait Upon Him, As The Night Watch Waiteth For The Morning. He Will Not Tarry. Go Up To Your Watch-tower, And Come Not Down, But By Prayer, And Faith, And Hope, Wait On.