I Live In The Spirit Of Prayer.

I Live In The Spirit Of Prayer. I Pray As I Walk About, When I Lie Down And When I Rise Up. And The Answers Are Always Coming.

It Is True That The Faith, Which I Am Enabled To Exercise, Is Altogether God's Own Gift; It Is True That He Alone Supports It, And That He Alone Can Increase It; It Is True That, Moment By Moment, I Depend Upon Him For It, And That, If I Were Only One Moment Left To Myself, My Faith Would Utterly Fail.

If We Hold Fast Our Confidence In Him, But Our Faith Is Also, By The Exercise, Strengthened: And So It Comes, That, If We Walk With God In Any Measure Of Uprightness Of Heart, The Trials Of Faith Will Be Greater And Greater.

In Order To Enjoy The Word, We Ought To Continue To Read It, And The Way To Obtain A Spirit Of Prayer, Is, To Continue Praying; For The Less We Read The Word Of God, The Less We Desire To Read It, And The Less We Pray, The Less We Desire To Pray.

As A Warning To Parents, I Mention That My Father Preferred Me To My Brother, Which Was Very Injurious To Both Of Us. To Me, As Tending To Produce In My Mind A Feeling Of Self-elevation; And To My Brother, By Creating In Him A Dislike Both Towards My Father And Me.