God's gift to his sorrowing creatures is a joy worthy of their destiny.
On land, on sea, at home abroad, I smoke my pipe and worship God.
My masters are strange folk with very little care for music in them.
Music is an agreeable harmony for the honor of God and the permissible delights of the soul.
Where there is devotional music, God is always at hand with His gracious presence.
If I decide to be an idiot, then I'll be an idiot on my own accord.