As The Eye Of The Body Once

Weak Faith Will As Surely Land The Christian In Heaven As Strong Faith, For It Is Impossible The Least Dram Of True Grace Should Perish

God, To Prevent All Escape, Hath Sown The Seeds Of Death In Our Very Constitution And Nature, So That We Can As Soon Run From Ourselves, As Run From Death. We Need No Feller To Come With A Hand Of Violence And Hew Us Down; There Is In The Tree A Worm, Which Grows Out Of Its Own Substance, That Will Destroy It; So In Us, Those Infirmities Of Nature That Will Bring Us Down To The Dust.

The Mightier Any Is In The Word, The More Mighty He Will Be In Prayer.

God Loves The Saints As The Purchase Of His Son's Blood. They Cost Him Dear, And That Which Is So Hardly Got Shall Not Be Easily Lost. He That Was Willing To Expend His Son's Blood To Gain Them, Will Not Deny His Power To Keep Them.

In Heaven We Shall Appear, Not In Armour, But In Robes Of Glory. But Here These Are To Be Worn Night And Day; We Must Walk, Work, And Sleep In Them, Or Else We Are Not True Soldiers Of Christ.