Compare Not Thyself With Those That Have

The Regenerating Spirit Is Compared To The Wind. His First Attempts On The Soul May Be So Secret That The Creature Knows Not Whence They Come, Or Whither They Tend; But, Before He Hath Done, The Sound Will Be Heard Throughout The Soul.

He That Is Impatient, And Cannot Wait On God For A Mercy, Will Not Easily Submit To Him In A Denial.

Oh, It Is Sad For A Poor Christian To Stand At The Door Of The Promise, In The Dark Night Of Affliction, Afraid To Draw The Latch, Whereas He Should Then Come Boldly For Shelter As A Child Into His Father's House.

In Heaven We Shall Appear, Not In Armour, But In Robes Of Glory. But Here These Are To Be Worn Night And Day; We Must Walk, Work, And Sleep In Them, Or Else We Are Not True Soldiers Of Christ.

God, To Prevent All Escape, Hath Sown The Seeds Of Death In Our Very Constitution And Nature, So That We Can As Soon Run From Ourselves, As Run From Death. We Need No Feller To Come With A Hand Of Violence And Hew Us Down; There Is In The Tree A Worm, Which Grows Out Of Its Own Substance, That Will Destroy It; So In Us, Those Infirmities Of Nature That Will Bring Us Down To The Dust.