I Desire Now To Make No More

There Is Nothing That Will Make You A Christian Indeed, But A Taste Of The Sweetness Of Christ.

Praise God For The Hammer, The File, And The Furnace. The Hammer Molds Us, The File Sharpens Us, And The Fire Tempers Us.

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy

It Is The Lord's Kindness That He Will Take The Scum Off Us In The Fire. Who Know How Needful Winnowing Is To Us And What Dross We Have Before We Enter The Kingdom Of God? So Narrow Is The Entry To Heaven That Our Knots, Lumps Of Pride, Self-love, Idol-love, And World-love Must Be Hammered Off Us, That We May Stoop Low And Creep Through Into That Narrow Entry.

I Have Been Benefited By Praying For Others; For By Making An Errand To God For Them I Have Gotten Something For Myself.