Of All Creatures In This

Least Doers Are The Greatest Boasters.

Christ Hath Told Us He Will Come, But Not When, That We Might Never Put Off Our Clothes, Or Put Out The Candle.

Christ Is The Door That Opens Into God's Presence And Lets The Soul Into His Very Bosom, Faith Is The Key That Unlocks The Door; But The Spirit Is He That Makes This Key.

The Longer A Soul Hath Neglected Duty, The More Ado There Is To Get It Taken Up.

Truly, Hope Is The Saint's Covering, Wherein He Wraps Himself, When He Lays His Body Down To Sleep In The Grave: "my Flesh," Saith David, "shall Rest In Hope."