I Love To Hear My Lord Spoken

Then Said He, ’i Am Going To My Father’s; And Though With Great Difficulty I Am Got Hither, Yet Now I Do Not Repent Me Of All The Trouble I Have Been At To Arrive Where I Am. My Sword I Give To Him That Shall Succeed Me In My Pilgrimage, And My Courage And Skill To Him That Can Get It. My Marks And Scars I Carry With Me, To Be A Witness For Me That I Have Fought His Battles Who Now Will Be My Rewarder.’.... So He Passed Over, And All The Trumpets Sounded For Him On The Other Side.

Nothing Can Hurt You Except Sin; Nothing Can Grieve Me Except Sin; Nothing Can Defeat You Except Sin. Therefore, Be On Your Guard, My Mansoul.

Here Is The Life Of Prayer, When In Or With The Spirit, A Man Being Made Sensible Of Sin, And How To Come To The Lord For Mercy; He Comes, I Say, In The Strength Of The Spirit, And Crieth Father. That One Word Spoken In Faith Is Better Than A Thousand Prayers, As Men Call Them, Written And Read, In A Formal, Cold, Lukewarm Way.

In Prayer It Is Better To Have A Heart Without Words Than Words Without A Heart.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.