O Lord, Never Suffer Us

In The First Minute That My Soul Is Infused, The Image Of God Is Imprinted In My Soul; So Forward Is God In My Behalf, And So Early Does He Visit Me.

And To 'scape Stormy Days, I Choose An Everlasting Night.

The Rich Have No More Of The Kingdom Of Heaven Than They Have Purchased Of The Poor By Their Alms.

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And This Net Throwne Upon The Heavens, And Now They Are His Own.