This Is The Most Joyful Day That

Fear Not; And The God Of Mercies Grant A Full Gale And A Fair Entry Into His Kingdom, Which May Carry Sweetly And Swiftly Over The Bar, That You Find Not The Rub Of Death.

Farewell, Dearest Friend, Never To See One Another Any More Till At The Right Hand Of Christ.

But Seek Till Ye Find, And, Whatever Ye Find For The Present, Let Your Last Act Be To Lay And Leave Yourselves On The Righteousness Of His Son, Expecting Life Through His Name, According To The Promise Of The Father.

I Wish There Were More True Conversion, And Then There Would Not Be So Much Backsliding, And, For Fear Of Suffering, Living At Ease, When There Are So Few To Contend For Christ And His Cause.

But Go On, Valiant Champion; You Die Not As A Fool, Though The Apostate, Unfaithful, And Lukewarm Ministers And Professors Of This Generation Think And Say So.