The soul on earth is an immortal guest.
If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree.
Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.
A slowness to applaud betrays a cold temper or an envious spirit.
Names govern the world.
If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.