I Come From The Town Of Stupidity;

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?

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.

Though The World Disregard The Society Of God's Children Now, Yet There Is A Time Coming In Which They Would Be Glad To Have The Least Company With Them.

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.

Let Dissolution Come When It Will, It Can Do The Christian No Harm, For It Will Be But A Passage Out Of A Prison Into A Palace; Out Of A Sea Of Troubles Into A Haven Of Rest; Out Of A Crowd Of Enemies, To An Innumerable Company Of True, Loving, And Faithful Friends; Out Of Shame, Reproach, And Contempt, Into Exceeding Great And Eternal Glory.