I Love To Hear My Lord Spoken

There Hath Not One Tear Dropped From Thy Tender Eye Against Thy Lusts, The Love Of This World, Or For More Communion With Jesus Christ, But As It Is Now In The Bottle Of God.

Faith Receiveth The Promise, Embraceth It, And Comforteth The Soul Unspeakably With It. Faith Is So Great An Artist In Arguing And Reasoning With The Soul, That It Will Bring Over The Hardest Heart That It Hath To Deal With. It Will Bring To My Remembrance At Once, Both My Vileness Against God, And His Goodness Towards Me; It Will Show Me, That Though I Deserve Not To Breathe In The Air, Yet That God Will Have Me An Heir Of Glory.

I Would Say To My Soul, O My Soul, This Is Not The Place Of Despair; This Is Not The Time To Despair In. As Long As Mine Eyes Can Find A Promise In The Bible, As Long As There Is A Moment Left Me Of Breath Or Life In This World, So Long Will I Wait Or Look For Mercy, So Long Will I Fight Against Unbelief And Despair.

I Seek A Place That Can Never Be Destroyed, One That Is Pure, And That Fadeth Not Away, And It Is Laid Up In Heaven, And Safe There, To Be Given, At The Time Appointed, To Them That Seek It With All Their Heart. Read It So, If You Will, In My Book.

A Tender Heart Is A Wakeful, Watchful Heart. It Watches Against Sin In The Soul, Sin In The Family, Sin In The Calling, Sin In Spiritual Duties And Performances.