I Seldom Made An Errand To God

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

Heaven Is A House Full Of Miracles; Yea, Of Spectacles And Images Of Free Grace.

Desires Going Before Conversion Are Not Such As Can Calm A Storming Conscience.

No Pen, No Words, No Image Can Express To You The Loveliness Of My Only, Only Lord Jesus.

It Is In Some Respect Greater Love In Jesus To Sanctify Than To Justify, For He Maketh Us Most Like Himself, In His Own Essential Portraiture And Image In Sanctifying Us.