Nae Man Can Tether Time Nor Tide.

Christ Is The Desire Of Nations, The Joy Of Angels, The Delight Of The Father. What Solace Then Must That Soul Be Filled With, That Has The Possession Of Him To All Eternity!

I Would Say To My Soul, O My Soul, This Is Not The Place Of Despair; This Is Not The Time To Despair In. As Long As Mine Eyes Can Find A Promise In The Bible, As Long As There Is A Moment Left Me Of Breath Or Life In This World, So Long Will I Wait Or Look For Mercy, So Long Will I Fight Against Unbelief And Despair.

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.

Dost Thou Understand Me, Sinful Soul? He Wrestled With Justice, That Thou Mightest Have Rest; He Wept And Mourned, That Thou Mightest Laugh And Rejoice; He Was Betrayed, That Thou Mightest Go Free; Was Apprehended, That Thou Mightest Escape; He Was Condemned, That Thou Mightest Be Justified; And Was Killed, That Thou Mightest Live; He Wore A Crown Of Thorns, That Thou Mightest Wear A Crown Of Glory; And Was Nailed To The Cross, With His Arms Wide Open, To Show With What Freeness All His Merits Shall Be Bestowed On The Coming Soul; And How Heartily He Will Receive It Into His Bosom?

Nothing Can Hurt You Except Sin; Nothing Can Grieve Me Except Sin; Nothing Can Defeat You Except Sin. Therefore, Be On Your Guard, My Mansoul.