i do not ask you to adopt any faith of mine. but as you would do good work in your generation, i ask of you to give yourselves no peace till you have answered these questions, each one for himself, in the very secret recesses of his heart, “do i, does my race, want a head? can we be satisfied with any less than a son of man and a son of god? is this christ, who has been so long worshipped in england, he?”

if you can answer, though with faltering lips, “yes, this is he,” i care very little what else you accept, all else that is necessary or good for you will come in due time, if once he has the guidance of you.