The Glasites /ˈɡlæsaɪts/ or Glassites were a small Christian church founded in about 1730 in Scotland by John Glas. Glas's faith, as part of the First Great Awakening, was spread by his son-in-law Robert Sandeman into England and America, where the members were called Sandemanians.
Glas dissented from the Westminster Confession only in his views as to the spiritual nature of the church and the functions of the civil magistrate. But Sandeman added a distinctive doctrine as to the nature of faith which is thus stated on his tombstone:
In a series of letters to James Hervey, the author of Theron and Aspasio, Sandeman maintained that justifying faith is a simple assent to the divine testimony concerning Jesus, differing in no way in its character from belief in any ordinary testimony.
In their practice the Glasite churches aimed at a strict conformity with the primitive type of Christianity, as understood by them. Each congregation had a plurality of elders, pastors, or bishops, who were chosen according to what were believed to be the instructions of Paul, without regard to previous education or present occupation, and who enjoy a perfect equality in office. To have been married a second time disqualified one for ordination, or for continued tenure of the office of bishop.
You say you'll call when the time is right, yeah right
You must think there's something better
You just haven't met her
I should put my life on hold and wait
You'll be back when you're ready
Funny you expect me
To gather dust, to trust that much
Chorus:
Baby, I don't hang in closets
Baby, I don't sit on shelves
Like a coat that's out of fashion
While you go and try on something else
I don't stay in storage like your Beatle albums do
Baby, I don't hang in closets
Oh, waiting 'round for you
You say we're moving a bit too fast, that's all
You want me to be patient, selfish expectation
When you decide that my love fits you just right
You want me to be here when you see your way clear
To carry on, that's where you're wrong
Chorus:
Baby, I don't hang in closets
Baby, I don't sit on shelves
Like a coat that's out of fashion
While you go and try on something else
I don't stay in storage like your Beatle albums do
Baby, I don't hang in closets
Oh, waiting 'round for you
I'm not a hand me down
Wont be your place to fall
And I wont be around
When you say you love me after all
2nd Chorus:
Baby, I don't hang in closets
Baby, I don't sit on shelves
Like a coat that's out of fashion
While you go and try on something else
Stacked up in the corner
Just yesterday's news
Baby, I don't hang in closets
Oh, I don't hang in closets
Waiting 'round for you