Then I Saw That There Was A

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At Home.

Every Time You Have With Your Mouth Said Well Of Godliness, And Yet Gone On In Wickedness; Or Every Time You Have Condemned Sin In Others, And Yet Have Not Refrained It Yourselves; I Say, Every Such Word And Conclusion That Hath Passed Out Of Thy Mouth, Sinner, It Shall Be As A Witness Against Thee In The Day Of God, And The Lord Jesus Christ.

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.

Sleep Is Sweet To The Labouring Man.