Our Critical Day Is Not

The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any Shall Do And Suffer And Say.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

If I Dream I Have You, I Have You, For All Our Joys Are But Fantastical.

All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.