To Do So No More

I Have To Hurry All Day To Get Time To Pray.

Out Of The Mountain Of Despair, A Stone Of Hope.

[the Papists] Ought To Have Sympathy With Us Weak, Poor Christians, And Not Condemn Us Or Make Fun Of Us Because We Are Learning So Childishly To Toddle Along The Benches, Nay, To Creep In The Mire, And Cannot Skip And Dance, On Such Light Feet And Legs, Over And Outside Of God's Commandments, As They Do, The Strong Heroes And Giants ... God Forbid That We Should!

Come, Let Us Sing A Psalm, And Drive Away The Devil.

The Devil Doesn't Stay Where There Is Music.