His Love Is What Makes Us Live,

Dost Thou Understand Me, Sinful Soul? He Wrestled With Justice, That Thou Mightest Have Rest; He Wept And Mourned, That Thou Mightest Laugh And Rejoice; He Was Betrayed, That Thou Mightest Go Free; Was Apprehended, That Thou Mightest Escape; He Was Condemned, That Thou Mightest Be Justified; And Was Killed, That Thou Mightest Live; He Wore A Crown Of Thorns, That Thou Mightest Wear A Crown Of Glory; And Was Nailed To The Cross, With His Arms Wide Open, To Show With What Freeness All His Merits Shall Be Bestowed On The Coming Soul; And How Heartily He Will Receive It Into His Bosom?

Who Would True Valour See, Let Him Come Hither; One Here Will Constant Be, Come Wind, Come Weather There’s No Discouragement Shall Make Him Once Relent His First Avowed Intent To Be A Pilgrim.

Beware Of Resting In The Word Of The Kingdom, Without The Spirit And Power Of The Kingdom Of That Gospel, For The Gospel Coming In Word Only Saves Nobody, For The Kingdom Of God Or The Gospel, Where It Comes To Salvation, Is Not In Word But In Power.

To Pray Rightly, You Must Make God Your Hope, Stay, And All. Right Prayer Sees Nothing Substantial Or Worth Being Concerned About Except God.

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.