I Have Often Thought That The Best

Prayer Is A Shield To The Soul

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.

In All Your Prayers Forget Not To Thank The Lord For His Mercies.

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

It Is Easier Going Out Of The Way When We Are In, Than Going In When We Are Out.