The Road Of Denial Leads To The

I Could Not Be Satisfied Unless Some Fruits Did Appear In My Work.

Their Bodies Will Be Raised From The Dead As Vessels For The Soul-vessels Of Wrath. The Soul Will Breathe Hell-fire, And Smoke And Coal Will Seem To Hang Upon Its Burning Lips, Yea The Face, Eyes, And Ears Will Seem To Be Chimneys And Vents For The Flame, And The Smoke Of The Burning , Which God, By His Breath, Hath Kindled Therein, And Upon, Them, Which Will Be Held One In Another, To The Great Torment And Distress Of Each Other.

Hope Is Never Ill When Faith Is Well.

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.

If You Release Me Today, I'll Preach Tomorrow.