I Am Now A Man Of Despair,

Faith Is A Fruit, Work, Or Gift Of The Spirit Of God, Whereby A Poor Soul Is Enabled Through The Mighty Operation Of God, In A Sense Of Its Sins And Wretched Estate To Lay Hold On The Righteousness, Blood, Death, Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession, And Coming Again Of The Son Of God Which Was Crucified Without The Gates Of Jerusalem, For Eternal Life.

Now May This Little Book A Blessing Be To Those That Love This Little Book, And Me: And May Its Buyer Have No Cause To Say, His Money Is But Lost, Or Thrown Away.

If Thou Hast Sinned, Lie Not Down Without Repentance; For The Want Of Repentance, After One Has Sinned, Makes The Heart Yet Harder And Harder.

There Is A Warning Here For True Pilgrims. Beware Of The Talker, But Also Be Careful Not To Judge Too Quickly Those Whom God Has Blessed With Both Genuine Grace And A Fluency To Speak Of Divine Mercy In Ways More Eloquent Than Others. The Proof Is In The Life-not A Perfect Life, But A Life That Both Delights In Divine Truth And Magnifies God, The Only Giver Of The Sovereign Grace That Always Produces The Truly Fruitful, Fragrant Life.

God, As I May Say, Is Forced To Break Men's Hearts, Before He Can Make Them Willing To Cry To Him, Or Be Willing That He Should Have Any Concerns With Them; The Rest Shut Their Eyes, Stop Their Ears, Withdraw Their Hearts, Or Say Unto God, Be Gone.