Quotes from Edward Taylor

My case is bad. Lord, be my advocate.My sin is red: I'm under God's arrest.

Who spread its canopy? Or curtains spun?Who in this bowling alley bowled the sun?

Make me, O Lord, thy spinning-wheel complete.

For in Christ's coach saints sweetly singAs they to glory ride therein.

It's food too fine for angels; yet come, takeAnd eat thy fill! It's Heaven's sugar cake.

Is Christ thy advocate to plead thy cause?Art thou his client? Such shall never slide.He never lost his case.

Come, eate thy fill of this thy God's white loaf. It's food too fine for Angels, yet come, take and eate thy fill. It's Heaven's Sugar Cake.

It's food too fine for angels, yet come, take and eat thy fill!