Our Little Time Of Suffering

Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.

When The Supreme Magistrate Will Not Execute The Judgment Of The Lord, Those Who Made Him Supreme Magistrate, Under God, Who Have Under God, Sovereighn Liberty To Dispose Of Crowns And Kingdoms, Are To Execute The Judgment Of The Lord, When Wicked Men Make The Law Of God Of None Effect.

I Know That, As Night And Shadows Are Good For Flowers, And Moonlight And Dews Are Better Than A Continual Sun, So Is Christ's Absence Of Special Use, And That It Hath Some Nourishing Virtue In It, And Giveth Sap To Humility, And Putteth An Edge On Hunger, And Funisheth A Fairfield To Faith To Put Forth Itself, And To Exercise Its Fingers In Gripping It Seeth Not What.

The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is Like Wind And Sails To The Soul.

We Take Nothing To The Grave With Us, But A Good Or Evil Conscience... It Is True, Terrors Of Conscience Cast Us Down; And Yet Without Terrors Of Conscience We Cannot Be Raised Up Again.