He Hath Given Me Rest

There Hath Not One Tear Dropped From Thy Tender Eye Against Thy Lusts, The Love Of This World, Or For More Communion With Jesus Christ, But As It Is Now In The Bottle Of God.

I Was Never Out Of My Bible.

I Saw, Moreover, That It Was Not My Good Frame Of Heart That Made My Righteousness Better, Nor My Bad Frame That Made My Righteousness Worse; For My Righteousness Was Jesus Christ Himself, The Same Yesterday And Today And Forever.

Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright Bring None.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.