Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

The Saviour Who Flitted Before The Patriarchs Through The Fog Of The Old Dispensation, And Who Spake In Time Past To The Fathers By The Prophets, Articulate But Unseen, Is The Same Saviour Who, On The Open Heights Of The Gospel, And In The Abundant Daylight Of This New Testament, Speaks To Us. Still All Along It Is The Same Jesus, And That Bible Is From Beginning To End All Of It, The Word Of Christ.

Enjoy Your Dear Wit And Gay Rhetoric, That Hath So Well Been Taught Her Dazzling Fence.

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.