He Who Does Not Know Him, Knows

The Bow Of God's Wrath Is Bent, And His Arrows Made Ready Upon The String. Justice Points The Arrow At Your Heart And Strings The Bow. It Is Nothing But The Mere Pleasure Of God (and That Of An Angry God Without Any Promise Or Obligation At All) That Keeps The Arrow One Moment From Being Made Drunk With Your Blood.

As God Delights In His Own Beauty, He Must Necessarily Delight In The Creature's Holiness Which Is A Conformity To And Participation Of It, As Truly As [the] Brightness Of A Jewel, Held In The Sun's Beams, Is A Participation Or Derivation Of The Sun's Brightness, Though Immensely Less In Degree.

Religion, In Its Purity, Is Not So Much A Pursuit As A Temper; Or Rather It Is A Temper, Leading To The Pursuit Of All That Is High And Holy. Its Foundation Is Faith; Its Action, Works; Its Temper, Holiness; Its Aim, Obedience To God In Improvement Of Self, And Benevolence To Men.

Resolved, To Study The Scriptures So Steadily, Constantly And Frequently, As That I May Find, And Plainly Perceive Myself To Grow In The Knowledge Of The Same.

Surely There Is Something In The Unruffled Calm Of Nature That Overawes Our Little Anxieties And Doubts; The Sight Of The Deep-blue Sky And The Clustering Stars Above Seems To Impart A Quiet To The Mind.