Prayer Will Make A Man Cease From

I Will Stay In Jail To The End Of My Days Before I Make A Butchery Of My Conscience.

Great Grace And Small Gifts Are Better Than Great Gifts And No Grace.

He Hath Given Me Rest By His Sorrow, And Life By His Death.

What A Fool, Quoth He, Am I, Thus To Lie In A Stinking Dungeon, When I May As Well Walk At Liberty! I Have A Key In My Bosom, Called Promise, That Will, I Am Persuaded, Open Any Lock In Doubting Castle.

Christ Is The Desire Of Nations, The Joy Of Angels, The Delight Of The Father. What Solace Then Must That Soul Be Filled With, That Has The Possession Of Him To All Eternity!