Surely Love Is Both Work And Wages.

A Foolish Physician He Is, And A Most Unfaithful Friend, That Will Let A Sick Man Die For Fear Of Troubling Him; And Cruel Wretches Are We To Our Friends, That Will Rather Suffer Them To Go Quietly To Hell, Then We Will Anger Them, Or Hazard Our Reputation With Them.

O What A Blessed Day That Will Be When I Shall . . . Stand On The Shore And Look Back On The Raging Seas I Have Safely Passed; When I Shall Review My Pains And Sorrows, My Fears And Tears, And Possess The Glory Which Was The End Of All!

This Is The Sanctification Of Your Studies: When They Are Devoted To God, And When He Is The End, The Object, And The Life Of Them All.

The More Perfect The Sight Is The More Delightful The Beautiful Object. The More Perfect The Appetite, The Sweeter The Food. The More Musical The Ear, The More Pleasant The Melody. The More Perfect The Soul, The More Joyous The Joys Of Heaven, And The More Glorious That Glory.

The Heart Is Naturally Hard, And Grows Harder By Custom In Sin, Especially By Long Abuse Of Mercy, Neglect Of The Means Of Grace, And Resisteing The Spirit Of Grace.