O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!

Yet I argue not Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of right or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

That in such righteousness To them by faith imputed they may find Justification towards God, and peace Of conscience.

Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right.

In my intellect, I may divide (faith and works), just as in the candle I know there is both light and heat; yet put out the candle, and both are gone

This is faith: a renouncing of everything we are apt to call our own and relying wholly upon the blood, righteousness and intercession of Jesus