The More He Cast Away, The More

[mr. Gifford] Made It Much His Business To Deliver The People Of God From All Those False And Unsound Rests That By Nature We Are Prone To Make And Take To Our Souls. He Pressed Us To Take Special Heed That We Took Not Up Any Truth Upon Trust - As From This Or That, Or Any Other Man Or Men - But To Cry Mightily To God That He Would Convince Us Of The Reality Thereof, And Set Us Down Therein By His Own Spirit In The Holy Word.

I Am Now A Man Of Despair, Rejected, Abandoned, Shut Up In This Iron Cage From Which There Is No Escape.

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.

It Is Possible To Learn All About The Mysteries Of The Bible And Never Be Affected By It In One's Soul. Great Knowledge Is Not Enough.

If We Have Not Quiet In Our Minds, Outward Comfort Will Do No More For Us Than A Golden Slipper On A Gouty Foot.