In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of

Let Us Ask Ourselves Seriously And Honestly, 'what Do I Believe After All? What Manner Of Man Am I After All? What Sort Of Show Would I Make After All, If The People Around Me Knew My Heart And All My Secret Thoughts?" What Sort Of Show Then Do I Already Make In The Sight Of Almighty God, Who Sees Every Man Exactly As He Is?'

Love Is Sentimental Measles.

Have Thy Tools Ready. God Will Find Thee Work.

The Invitation, To Tom Highes What We Can We Will Be, Honest Englishmen. Do The Work That's Nearest, Though It's Dull At Whiles, Helping, When We Meet Them, Lame Dogs Over Stiles.

Nothing Like One Honest Look, One Honest Thought Of Christ Upon His Cross. That Tells Us How Much He Has Been Through, How Much He Endured, How Much He Conquered, How Much God Loved Us, Who Spared Not His Only Begotten Son, But Freely Gave Him For Us. Dare We Doubt Such A God? Dare We Murmur Against Such A God?