A Man There Was, Though Some Did

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.

Here Is The Life Of Prayer, When In Or With The Spirit, A Man Being Made Sensible Of Sin, And How To Come To The Lord For Mercy; He Comes, I Say, In The Strength Of The Spirit, And Crieth Father. That One Word Spoken In Faith Is Better Than A Thousand Prayers, As Men Call Them, Written And Read, In A Formal, Cold, Lukewarm Way.

Take Heed Of Driving So Hard After This World, As To Hinder Thyself And Family From Those Duties Towards God, Which Thou Art By Grace Obliged To; As Private Prayer, Reading The Scriptures, And Christian Conference. It Is A Base Thing For Men So To Spend Themselves And Families After This World, As That They Disengage Their Heart To God's Worship.

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

Nae Man Can Tether Time Nor Tide.