Thou Art Beaten That Thou Mayest Be

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.

If You Release Me Today, I'll Preach Tomorrow.

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.

Let Dissolution Come When It Will, It Can Do The Christian No Harm, For It Will Be But A Passage Out Of A Prison Into A Palace; Out Of A Sea Of Troubles Into A Haven Of Rest; Out Of A Crowd Of Enemies, To An Innumerable Company Of True, Loving, And Faithful Friends; Out Of Shame, Reproach, And Contempt, Into Exceeding Great And Eternal Glory.

It Is Sad To See How The Most Of Men Neglect Their Precious Souls, Turning Their Backs Upon The Glorious Gospel, And Little Minding A Crucified Jesus, When, In The Meanwhile, Their Bodies Are Well Provided For, Their Estates Much Regarded, And The Things Of This Present Life Are Highly Prized, As If The Darling Was Of Less Value Than A Clod Of Earth; An Immortal Soul, Than A Perishing Body; A Precious Saviour, Than Unsatisfying Creatures.