The More He Cast Away, The More

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

I Could Not Be Satisfied Unless Some Fruits Did Appear In My Work.

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.

Great Sins Do Draw Out Great Grace; And Where Guilt Is Most Terrible And Fierce, There The Mercy Of God In Christ, When Showed To The Soul, Appears Most High And Mighty.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.