If Christ Jesus Be The Periode, The

Grace Grows Best In Winter.

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

I Had But One Joy, The Apple Of The Eye Of My Delights , To Preach Christ My Lord

Heaven Is A House Full Of Miracles; Yea, Of Spectacles And Images Of Free Grace.

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.