He Hath Given Me Rest By His

It Could Be A Sign Of Pride In Your Life If A Word Of Reproof Or Admonition Is Not Able To Be Received With The Same Grace, Whether It Be Given By The Poorest Of Saints Or The Most Educated Person.

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.

Breathes There A Man, Whose Judgment Clear Can Others Teach Their Course To Steer, Yet Run Himself Life's Mad Career Wild As The Wave?

Look How Fears Have Presented Themselves, So Have Supports And Encouragements; Yea, When I Have Started, Even As It Were At Nothing Else But My Shadow, Yet God, As Being Very Tender Of Me, Hath Suffered Me To Be Molested, But Would With One Scripture Or Another, Strengthen Me Against All; Insomuch That I Have Often Said, Were It Awful, I Could Pray For Greater Trouble, For The Greater Comfort's Sake.

The Road Of Denial Leads To The Precipice Of Destruction