I Wish Thy Lot, Now Bad, Still

There Is No True Gospel Fruit Without Faith And Repentance.

Herein Would I Live; Herein Would I Die; Hereon Would I Dwell In My Thoughts And Affections; To The Withering And Consumption Of All The Painted Beauties Of This World, Unto The Crucifying All Things Here Below, Until They Become Unto Me A Dead And Deformed Thing, No Way Meet For Affectionate Embraces.

Sin Will Be Always Acting, If We Be Not Always Mortifying, We Are Lost Creatures.

Temptation Is Like A Knife, That May Either Cut The Meat Or The Throat Of A Man; It May Be His Food Or His Poison, His Exercise Or His Destruction

If I Have Observed Anything By Experience, It Is This: A Man May Take The Measure Of His Growth And Decay In Grace According To His Thoughts And Meditations Upon The Person Of Christ, And The Glory Of Christ's Kingdom, And Of His Love.