No Sooner Was The Wound Given Than

Days Of Trouble Must Be Days Of Prayer.

When He [the Slothful Person] Is Pressed To Be Diligent, Either In His Worldly Affairs Or In The Business Of Religion, This Is His Excuse (and A Sorry Excuse It Is As Bad As None).

Love Is The Root; Obedience Is The Fruit.

All Obedience Begins In The Affections, And Nothing In Religion Is Done Right, That Is Not Done There First.

Holy Joy Will Be Oil To The Wheels Of Our Obedience.