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.

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

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