Christians Fight Best On Their

Our Lord God Doeth Work Like A Printer Who Setteth The Letters Backwards; We See And Feel Well His Setting, But We Shall See The Print Yonder - In The Life To Come.

May The Lord Fill You With His Blessings And With Hatred Of The Pope.

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, A Bulwark Never Failing; Our Helper He, Amid The Flood Of Mortal Ills Prevailing: For Still Our Ancient Foe Doth Seek To Work Us Woe; His Craft And Power Are Great, And, Armed With Cruel Hate, On Earth Is Not His Equal.

Heretics Are Not To Be Disputed With, But To Be Condemned Unheard, And Whilst They Perish By Fire, The Faithful Ought To Pursue The Evil To Its Source, And Bathe Their Heads In The Blood Of The Catholic Bishops, And Of The Pope, Who Is The Devil In Disguise.

There Is No Justification Without Sanctification, No Forgiveness Without Renewal Of Life, No Real Faith From Which The Fruits Of New Obedience Do Not Grow.