There Hath Not One Tear Dropped From

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

Our Heart Oft Times Wakes When We Sleep, And God Can Speak To That, Either By Words, By Proverbs, By Signs And Similitudes, As Well As If One Was Awake.

To Run And Work The Law Commands, But Gives Us Neither Feet Nor Hands. But Better News The Gospel Brings, It Bids Us Fly And Gives Us Wings.

…just As Christian Came Up To The Cross, His Burden Loosed From Off His Shoulders, Fell From Off His Back, And Began To Tumble Down The Hill, And So It Continued To Do Till It Came To The Mouth Of The Sepulchre. There It Fell In, And I Saw It No More!

I Would Say To My Soul, O My Soul, This Is Not The Place Of Despair; This Is Not The Time To Despair In. As Long As Mine Eyes Can Find A Promise In The Bible, As Long As There Is A Moment Left Me Of Breath Or Life In This World, So Long Will I Wait Or Look For Mercy, So Long Will I Fight Against Unbelief And Despair.