Every Tear Of Sorrow Sown By The

The Beauty Of Holiness Is That Which The Grave, That Consumes All Other Beauty, Cannot Touch, Or Do Any Damage To.

To Wait On God Is To Live A Life Of Desire Toward Him, Delight In Him, Dependence On Him, And Devotedness To Him.

Love Is The Root; Obedience Is The Fruit.

Were A Man To Live As Long As Methuselah, And To Spend All His Days In The Highest Delights Sin Can Offer, One Hour Of The Anguish And Tribulation That Must Follow, Would Far Outweigh Them.

I Would Think It A Greater Happiness To Gain One Soul To Christ Than Mountains Of Silver And Gold To Myself.