The Work Under Our Labour

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.

Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?