We Know The Redemption Must

Roll, Years Of Promise, Rapidly Roll Round, Till Not A Slave Shall On This Earth Be Found.

Man Wants But Little Here Below Nor Wants That Little Long, 'tis Not With Me Exactly So; But 'tis So In The Song. My Wants Are Many, And, If Told, Would Muster Many A Score; And Were Each Wish A Mint Of Gold, I Still Should Long For More.

Life Is A Problem; Mortal Man Was Made To Solve The Solemn Problem Right Or Wrong.

But America Is A Great, Unwieldy Body. Its Progress Must Be Slow... Like A Coach And Six - The Swiftest Horses Must Be Slackened And The Slowest Quickened, That All May Keep An Even Pace.

The Sermon On The Mount Commands Me To Lay Up For Myself Treasures, Not Upon Earth, But In Heaven. My Hopes Of A Future Life Are All Founded Upon The Gospel Of Christ.