I am sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

'I die, I die!' the Mother said, 'My children die for lack of Bread.'

Both read the Bible day and night, But thou read'st black where I read white.

And once again the scene was chang'd, New earth there seem'd to be, I saw the Holy City Beside the tideless sea; The light of God was on its streets, The gates…

You were created to be like Christ.

If you are a Christian, no earthly city is yours. Of our City 'the Builder and Maker is God.' Though we may gain possession of the whole world, we are withal b…