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Truly, Hope Is The Saint's Covering, Wherein He Wraps Himself, When He Lays His Body Down To Sleep In The Grave: "my Flesh," Saith David, "shall Rest In Hope."

Let Thy Hope Of Heaven Master Thy Fear Of Death.

Godliness, As Well As The Doctrine Of Our Faith, Is A Mystery.

God, To Prevent All Escape, Hath Sown The Seeds Of Death In Our Very Constitution And Nature, So That We Can As Soon Run From Ourselves, As Run From Death. We Need No Feller To Come With A Hand Of Violence And Hew Us Down; There Is In The Tree A Worm, Which Grows Out Of Its Own Substance, That Will Destroy It; So In Us, Those Infirmities Of Nature That Will Bring Us Down To The Dust.

The Christian In Prayer Comes Up Close To God, With A Humble Boldness Of Faith, And Takes Hold Of Him, Wrestles With Him; Yea, Will Not Let Him Go Without A Blessing... They Are Only A Few Noble-spirited Souls, Who Dare Take Heaven By Force, That Are Fit For This Calling.