The Spirit Of Prayer Is More Precious

God, As I May Say, Is Forced To Break Men's Hearts, Before He Can Make Them Willing To Cry To Him, Or Be Willing That He Should Have Any Concerns With Them; The Rest Shut Their Eyes, Stop Their Ears, Withdraw Their Hearts, Or Say Unto God, Be Gone.

It Beareth The Name Of Vanity Fair, Because The Town Where 't Is Kept Is Lighter Than Vanity.

God Speaks Once, Yea Twice, Yet Man Perceiveth It Not, In A Dream, In A Vision Of The Night, When Deep Sleep Falleth Upon Men, In Slumbering Upon The Bed. We Need Not, When Abed, To Lie Awake To Talk With God, He Can Visit Us While We Sleep, And Cause Us Then To Hear His Voice. Our Heart Oft-times Wakes When We Sleep, And God Can Speak To That, Either By Words, By Proverbs, By Signs And Similitudes, As Well As If One Was Awake

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.

I Will Stay In Prison Till The Moss Grows On My Eye Lids Rather Than Disobey God.