In Our First Paradise In Eden There

Till Men Are Deeply Humbled, They Can Part With Christ And Salvation For A Lust, For A Little Wordly Gain, For That Which Is Less Than Nothing. But When God Hath Enlightened Their Consciences, And Broken Their Hearts, Then They Would Give A World For Christ.

The More Perfect The Sight Is The More Delightful The Beautiful Object. The More Perfect The Appetite, The Sweeter The Food. The More Musical The Ear, The More Pleasant The Melody. The More Perfect The Soul, The More Joyous The Joys Of Heaven, And The More Glorious That Glory.

To Live Among Such Excellent Helps As Our Libraries Afford, To Have So Many Silent Wise Companions Whenever We Please.

My Lord, I Have Nothing To Do In This World, But To Seek And Serve Thee; I Have Nothing To Do With A Heart And Its Affections, But To Breathe After Thee. I Have Nothing To Do With My Tongue And Pen, But To Speak To Thee, And For Thee, And To Publish Thy Glory And Thy Will. What Have I To Do With All My Reputation, And Interest In My Friends, But To Increase Thy Church, And Propagate Thy Holy Truth And Service? What Have I To Do With My Remaining Time, Even These Last And Languishing Hours, But To Look Up Unto Thee, And Wait For Thy Grace, And Thy Salvation?

A Man Pleaser Cannot Be True To God, Because He Is A Servant To The Enemies Of His Service; The Wind Of A Man's Mouth Will Drive Him About As The Chaff, From Any Duty, And To Any Sin.