My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The

Show Yourself A Christian By Suffering Without Murmuring. In Patience Possess Your Soul - They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

Be Not Cast Down. If Ye Saw Him Who Is Standing On The Shore, Holding Out His Arms To Welcome You To Land, Ye Would Wade, Not Only Through A Sea Of Wrongs, But Through Hell Itself To Be With Him.

Many Are Friends To The Success Of Reformation, Not To Reformation.

My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The Wind On Your Face For Christ.

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.