God's Wounds Cure, Sin's Kisses Kill.

Truly, Hope Is The Saint's Covering, Wherein He Wraps Himself, When He Lays His Body Down To Sleep In The Grave: "my Flesh," Saith David, "shall Rest In Hope."

We Live By Faith, And Faith Lives By Exercise.

How Many, Alas, Of The Precious Saints Of God Must We Shut Out From Being Believers, If There Is No Faith But What Amounts To Assurance.... Shall We Say Their Faith Went Away In The Departure Of Their Assurance?

Nothing Is More Contrary To A Heavenly Hope Than An Earthly Heart.

Thou Hast No Life To Lose, Because Thou Hast Given It Already To Christ, Nor Can Man Take Away That Without God's Leave.