There Is Enough Sin In My Best

Every Fat (vat) Must Stand Upon Its Bottom.

There Was A Castle Called Doubting Castle, The Owner Whereof Was Giant Despair.

To Run And Work The Law Commands, But Gives Us Neither Feet Nor Hands. But Better News The Gospel Brings, It Bids Us Fly And Gives Us Wings.

I Will Stay In Prison Till The Moss Grows On My Eye Lids Rather Than Disobey God.

The Truths That I Know Best I Have Learned On My Knees. I Never Know A Thing Well, Till It Is Burned Into My Heart By Prayer.