Let Your Children Be As So Many

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

There Is Nothing Left To Us But To See How We May Be Approved Of Him, And How We May Roll The Weight Of Our Weak Souls In Well-doing Upon Him, Who Is God Omnipotent.

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.

Christ Seeketh Your Help In Your Place; Give Him Your Hand.