No Cross, No Crown e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Come, Reader, hearken to me a while; I feel: thy Salvation; that's my Defign; thou wilt forgive me. A Refiner is come near thee, his Grace hath appeared. To thee: It thews thee the World's Lufis, and teaches thee to deny them. Receive his Leaven, and it will change thee: His Medicine, and it will cure thee: He is as infallible as free; without Money.