Show Me Where A Man Spends His

I See A Word That Hates Evil More Than It Loves Good.

Many Demons Are In Woods, In Waters, In Wildernesses, And In Dark Poolly Places Ready To Hurt And Prejudice People; Some Are Also In The Thick Black Clouds, Which Cause Hail, Lightning And Thunder, And Poison The Air, The Pastures And Grounds.

God's Love Gives In Such A Way That It Flows From A Father's Heart, The Well-spring Of All Good. The Heart Of The Giver Makes The Gift Dear And Precious; As Among Ourselves We Say Of Even A Trifling Gift, "it Comes From A Hand We Love," And Look Not So Much At The Gift As At The Heart.

God Indeed Tempteth No Man; But Yet We Ask, In This Petition, That He Would Keep And Preserve Us, Lest The Devil, The World, And Our Own Flesh Delude And Draw Us Away From The True Faith, And Throw Us Into Superstition, Distrust, Despair, And Other Grievous Sins And Wickedness; And That, If We Should Be Tempted Therewith Even To The Highest Degree, We Still May Conquer, And At Last Triumph Over Them.

Those Who Love Music Are Gentle And Honest In Their Tempers. I Always Loved Music, And Would Not, For A Great Matter, Be Without The Little Skill Which I Possess In The Art.