One Leak Will Sink A Ship: And

Faith Receiveth The Promise, Embraceth It, And Comforteth The Soul Unspeakably With It. Faith Is So Great An Artist In Arguing And Reasoning With The Soul, That It Will Bring Over The Hardest Heart That It Hath To Deal With. It Will Bring To My Remembrance At Once, Both My Vileness Against God, And His Goodness Towards Me; It Will Show Me, That Though I Deserve Not To Breathe In The Air, Yet That God Will Have Me An Heir Of Glory.

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.

I Have Often Thought That The Best Christians Are Found In The Worst Of Times.

Fullness To Such A Burden Is That Go On Pilgrimage; Here Little, And Hereafter Bliss, Is Best From Age To Age.

The Law, Instead Of Cleansing The Heart From Sin, Doth Revive It, Put Strength Into, And Increase It In The Soul, Even As It Doth Discover And Forbid It, For It Doth Not Give Power To Subdue.