At The Day Of Doom Men Shall

Then Said He, ’i Am Going To My Father’s; And Though With Great Difficulty I Am Got Hither, Yet Now I Do Not Repent Me Of All The Trouble I Have Been At To Arrive Where I Am. My Sword I Give To Him That Shall Succeed Me In My Pilgrimage, And My Courage And Skill To Him That Can Get It. My Marks And Scars I Carry With Me, To Be A Witness For Me That I Have Fought His Battles Who Now Will Be My Rewarder.’.... So He Passed Over, And All The Trumpets Sounded For Him On The Other Side.

I Live Because I Am A Warrior And Because I Wish One Day To Be In The Company Of [she] For Whom I Have Fought So Hard

A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At Home.

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

Great Sins Do Draw Out Great Grace; And Where Guilt Is Most Terrible And Fierce, There The Mercy Of God In Christ, When Showed To The Soul, Appears Most High And Mighty.