An Idle Man's Brain Is The Devil's

Old Truths Are Always New To Us, If They Come With The Smell Of Heaven Upon Them.

Now, I Saw, Upon A Time, When He Was Walking In The Fields, That He Was, As He Was Wont, Reading In His Book, And Greatly Distressed In His Mind; And, As He Read, He Burst Out, As He Had Done Before, Crying, What Shall I Do To Be Saved?

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.

He Who Bestows His Goods Upon The Poor Shall Have As Much Again, And Ten Times More.