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Weak Faith Will As Surely Land The Christian In Heaven As Strong Faith, For It Is Impossible The Least Dram Of True Grace Should Perish

Blind Zeal Is Soon Put To A Shameful Retreat, While Holy Resolution, Built On Fast Principles, Lifts Up Its Head Like A Rock In The Midst Of The Waves.

We Are Justified, Not By Giving Anything To God,--what We Do,--but By Receiving From God, What Christ Hath Done For Us.

Truly, Hope Is The Saint's Covering, Wherein He Wraps Himself, When He Lays His Body Down To Sleep In The Grave: "my Flesh," Saith David, "shall Rest In Hope."

Let Thy Hope Of Heaven Master Thy Fear Of Death. Why Shouldst Thou Be Afraid To Die, Who Hopest To Live By Dying!