Mercy Should Make Us Ashamed, Wrath Afraid

Least Doers Are The Greatest Boasters.

Blind Zeal Is Soon Put To A Shameful Retreat, While Holy Resolution, Built On Fast Principles, Lifts Up Its Head Like A Rock In The Midst Of The Waves.

The Possessions God Allows Us To Have Are Intended For Our Use, Not Our Enjoyment. Trying To Squeeze Something Out Of Them That Was Never In Them In The First Place Is A Futile Endeavor. A Cow's Udders, Gently Pressed, Will Yield Sweet Milk, Nourishing And Refreshing. Applying More And More Pressure Will Not Produce Greater Quantities Of Milk. We Lose The Good Of Material Things By Expecting Too Much From Them. Those Who Try Hardest To Please Themselves With Earthly Goods Find The Least Satisfaction In Them.

God, To Prevent All Escape, Hath Sown The Seeds Of Death In Our Very Constitution And Nature, So That We Can As Soon Run From Ourselves, As Run From Death. We Need No Feller To Come With A Hand Of Violence And Hew Us Down; There Is In The Tree A Worm, Which Grows Out Of Its Own Substance, That Will Destroy It; So In Us, Those Infirmities Of Nature That Will Bring Us Down To The Dust.

The Christian Is To Proclaim And Prosecute An Irreconcilable War Against His Bosom Sins; Those Sins Which Have Lain Nearest His Heart, Must Now Be Trampled Under His Feet.