The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose

Keep God's Covenant In Your Trials; Hold You By His Blessed Word, And Sin Not; Flee Anger, Wrath, Grudging, Envying, Fretting; Forgive A Hundred Pence To Your Fellow-servant, Because Your Lord Hath Forgiven You Ten Thousand Talents: For, I Assure You By The Lord, Your Adversaries Shall Get No Advantage Against You, Except You Sin, And Offend Your Lord, In Your Sufferings.

Howbeit Your Faith Seeth But The Black Side Of Providence, Yet It Hath A Better Side, And God Shall Let You See It. ... “for We Know That All Things Work Together For Good To Them That Love God,” Ergo, Shipwreck, Losses, &c., Work Together For The Good Of Them That Love God: Hence I Infer, That Losses, Disappointments, Ill Tongues, Loss Of Friends, Houses, Or Country, Are God's Workmen, Set On Work To Work Out Good To You, Out Of Everything That Befalleth You.

Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy

Set Not Your Heart Upon The World, Since God Hath Not Made It Your Portion.