Men, Even The Elect, Have

Dost Thou Understand Me, Sinful Soul? He Wrestled With Justice, That Thou Mightest Have Rest; He Wept And Mourned, That Thou Mightest Laugh And Rejoice; He Was Betrayed, That Thou Mightest Go Free; Was Apprehended, That Thou Mightest Escape; He Was Condemned, That Thou Mightest Be Justified; And Was Killed, That Thou Mightest Live; He Wore A Crown Of Thorns, That Thou Mightest Wear A Crown Of Glory; And Was Nailed To The Cross, With His Arms Wide Open, To Show With What Freeness All His Merits Shall Be Bestowed On The Coming Soul; And How Heartily He Will Receive It Into His Bosom?

He Hath Given Me Rest By His Sorrow, And Life By His Death.

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.

A Comely Sight Indeed It Is To See, A World Of Blossoms On An Apple Tree.

It Beareth The Name Of Vanity Fair, Because The Town Where 't Is Kept Is Lighter Than Vanity.