The Spirit Of Prayer Is More Precious

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.

If That A Pearl May In A Toad's Head Dwell, And May Be Found Too In An Oyster Shell.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flower

…just As Christian Came Up To The Cross, His Burden Loosed From Off His Shoulders, Fell From Off His Back, And Began To Tumble Down The Hill, And So It Continued To Do Till It Came To The Mouth Of The Sepulchre. There It Fell In, And I Saw It No More!

It Is The Opener Of The Heart Of God, And A Means By Which The Soul, Though Empty, Is Filled.