I Was Never Out Of My Bible.

Sleep Is Sweet To The Labouring Man.

I Will Stay In Jail To The End Of My Days Before I Make A Butchery Of My Conscience.

There Is A Warning Here For True Pilgrims. Beware Of The Talker, But Also Be Careful Not To Judge Too Quickly Those Whom God Has Blessed With Both Genuine Grace And A Fluency To Speak Of Divine Mercy In Ways More Eloquent Than Others. The Proof Is In The Life-not A Perfect Life, But A Life That Both Delights In Divine Truth And Magnifies God, The Only Giver Of The Sovereign Grace That Always Produces The Truly Fruitful, Fragrant Life.

I Have Given Him My Faith, And Sworn My Allegiance To Him; How, Then, Can I Go Back From This, And Not Be Hanged As A Traitor?

I Would Say To My Soul, O My Soul, This Is Not The Place Of Despair; This Is Not The Time To Despair In. As Long As Mine Eyes Can Find A Promise In The Bible, As Long As There Is A Moment Left Me Of Breath Or Life In This World, So Long Will I Wait Or Look For Mercy, So Long Will I Fight Against Unbelief And Despair.