Affect not little shifts and subterfuges to avoid the force of an argument.

What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell.

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

Order my footsteps by Thy Word and make my heart sincere; let sin have no dominion, Lord, but keep my conscience clear.

There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.

Learn good-humor, never to oppose without just reason; abate some degree of pride and moroseness.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.