Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are

Christ's Enemies Are But Breaking Their Own Heads In Pieces, Upon The Rock Laid In Zion; And The Stone Is Not Removed Out Of Its Place. Faith Hath Cause To Take Courage From Our Very Afflictions; The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints. I Know That He But Heweth And Polisheth Stones, All This Time, For The New Jerusalem.

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.

It Is Impossible To Be Submissive And Religiously Patient, If Ye Stay Your Thoughts Down Among The Confused Rollings And Wheels Of Second Causes, As, O, The Place! O, The Time! O, If This Had Been, This Had Not Followed! O, The Linking Of This Accident With This Time And Place! Look Up To The Master Motion And The First Wheel.

I Desire Now To Make No More Pleas With Christ; Verily, He Hath Not Put Me To A Loss By What I Suffer; He Oweth Me Nothing; For In My Bonds, How Sweet And Comfortable Have The Thoughts Of Him Been To Me, Wherein I Find A Sufficient Recompense Of Reward!.

Be Not Cast Down. If Ye Saw Him Who Is Standing On The Shore, Holding Out His Arms To Welcome You To Land, Ye Would Wade, Not Only Through A Sea Of Wrongs, But Through Hell Itself To Be With Him.