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Cowards Never Won Heaven. Do Not Claim That You Are Begotten Of God And You Have His Royal Blood Running In Your Veins Unless You Can Prove Your Lineage By His Heroic Spirit: To Dare To Be Holy In Spite Of Men And Devils.

Truly, Hope Is The Saint's Covering, Wherein He Wraps Himself, When He Lays His Body Down To Sleep In The Grave: "my Flesh," Saith David, "shall Rest In Hope."

What Is Jordan That I Should Wash In It? What Is The Preaching That I Should Attend On It, While I Hear Nothing But What I Knew Before? What Are These Beggarly Elements Of Water, Bread, And Wine? Are Not These The Reasonings Of A Soul That Forgets Who Appoints The Means Of Grace?

Bid Faith Look Through The Key-hole Of The Promise, And Tell Thee What It Sees There Laid Up For Him That Overcomes; Bid It Listen And Tell Thee Whether It Cannot Hear The Shout Of Those Crowned Saints, As Of Those That Are Dividing The Spoil, And Receiving The Reward Of All Their Services And Sufferings Here On Earth.

Praying Is The Same To The New Creature As Crying Is To The Natural. The Child Is Not Learned By Art Or Example To Cry, But Instructed By Nature; It Comes Into The World Crying. Praying Is Not A Lesson Got By Forms And Rules Of Art, But Flowing From Principles Of New Life Itself.