A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At

Now, I Saw, Upon A Time, When He Was Walking In The Fields, That He Was, As He Was Wont, Reading In His Book, And Greatly Distressed In His Mind; And, As He Read, He Burst Out, As He Had Done Before, Crying, What Shall I Do To Be Saved?

For To Speak The Truth, There Are But Few That Care Thus To Spend Their Time, But Choose Rather To Be Speaking Of Things To No Profit.

Temptation Provokes Me To Look Upward To God.

The God In Whose Hands Are All Our Days And Ways, Did Cast Into My Hand (one Day) A Book Of Martin Luther's ; It Was His Comment On The Galatians! ... I Found My Condition In His Experience So Largely And Profoundly Handled, As If His Book Had Been Written Out Of My Heart ... I Do Prefer This Book Of Martin Luther Upon The Galatians, Excepting The Holy Bible, Before All The Books That Ever I Have Seen, As Most Fit For A Wounded Conscience.

Sincerity Is The Same In A Corner Alone, As It Is Before The Face Of The World. It Knows Not How To Wear Two Vizards, One For An Appearance Before Men, And Another For A Short Snatch In A Corner; But It Must Have God, And Be With Him In The Duty Of Prayer. It Is Not Lip-labour That It Doth Regard, For It Is The Heart That God Looks At, And That Which Sincerity Looks At, And That Which Prayer Comes From, If It Be That Prayer Which Is Accompanied With Sincerity.