I Was Never Out Of My Bible.

I Saw, Moreover, That It Was Not My Good Frame Of Heart That Made My Righteousness Better, Nor My Bad Frame That Made My Righteousness Worse; For My Righteousness Was Jesus Christ Himself, The Same Yesterday And Today And Forever.

Sleep Is Sweet To The Labouring Man.

Though There Is Not Always Grace Where There Is The Fear Of Hell, Yet, To Be Sure, There Is No Grace Where There Is No Fear Of God.

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.

Sincerity Carries The Soul In All Simplicity To Open Its Heart To God.