Whoever Hath A Seed Time Of Grace

No Torment In The World Is Comparable To An Accusing Conscience.

Truly, Hope Is The Saint's Covering, Wherein He Wraps Himself, When He Lays His Body Down To Sleep In The Grave: "my Flesh," Saith David, "shall Rest In Hope."

God's Wounds Cure, Sin's Kisses Kill.

The Mightier Any Is In The Word, The More Mighty He Will Be In Prayer.

What Is Jordan That I Should Wash In It? What Is The Preaching That I Should Attend On It, While I Hear Nothing But What I Knew Before? What Are These Beggarly Elements Of Water, Bread, And Wine? Are Not These The Reasonings Of A Soul That Forgets Who Appoints The Means Of Grace?