I Hate Myself, That I Cannot Believe

Heavy Thoughts Bring On Physical Maladies; When The Soul Is Oppressed So Is The Body.

Let Us Not Flutter Too High, But Remain By The Manger And The Swaddling Clothes Of Christ, 'in Whom Dwelleth All The Fullness Of The Godhead Bodily.'

Earth Has Nothing More Tender Than A Woman's Heart When It Is The Abode Of Piety.

Whilst A Man Is Persuaded That He Has It In His Power To Contribute Anything, Be It Ever So Little, To His Salvation, He Remains In Carnal Self-confidence; He Is Not A Self-despairer, And Therefore Is Not Duly Humbled Before God, He Believes He May Lend A Helping Hand In His Salvation, But On The Contrary, Whoever Is Truly Convinced That The Whole Work Depends Singly On The Will Of God, Such A Person Renounces His Own Will And Strength; He Waits And Prays For The Operation Of God, Nor Waits And Prays In Vain

I Hate Myself, That I Cannot Believe It So Constantly And Surely As I Should; But No Human Creature Can Rightly Know How Mercifully God Is Inclined Toward Those That Steadfastly Believe In Christ.