There Wanted Not Some Beams Of Light

There Is Not A Day But Sin Foils Or Is Foiled, Prevails Or Is Prevailed Upon. It Will Always Be So While We Live In This World. Sin Will Not Spare For One Day. There Is No Safety But In A Constant Warfare For Those Who Desire Deliverance From Sin's Perplexing Rebellion.

You Have Your Season, And You Have But Your Season; Neither Can You Lie Down In Peace, Until You Have Some Persuasion That Your Work As Well As Your Life Is At An End.

A Man May Be Carried On In A Constant Course Of Mortification All His Days; And Yet Perhaps Never Enjoy A Good Day Of Peace And Consolation.

Meditate On The Word In The Word.

Mortification Is The Soul's Vigorous Opposition To Self, Wherein Sincerity Is Most Evident.