What We Most Value, We Shall Think

O What A Blessed Day That Will Be When I Shall . . . Stand On The Shore And Look Back On The Raging Seas I Have Safely Passed; When I Shall Review My Pains And Sorrows, My Fears And Tears, And Possess The Glory Which Was The End Of All!

Suffering So Unbolts The Door Of The Heart, That The Word Hath Easier Entrance.

I Have Pain; There Is No Arguing Against Sense, But I Have Peace, I Have Peace.

In Hell, Sinners Shall Forever Lay All The Blame On Their Own Wills. Hell Is A Rational Torment By Conscience.

I Preached As Never Sure To Preach Again, And As A Dying Man To Dying Men.