Of All Creatures In This Visible World,

Sometimes, Perhaps, Thou Hearest Another Pray With Much Freedom And Fluency, Whilst Thou Canst Hardly Get Out A Few Broken Words. Hence Thou Art Ready To Accuse Thyself And Admire Him, As If The Gilding Of The Key Made It Open The Door The Better.

The Storm May Be Tempestuous, But It Is Only Temporary.

Oh, It Is Sad For A Poor Christian To Stand At The Door Of The Promise, In The Dark Night Of Affliction, Afraid To Draw The Latch, Whereas He Should Then Come Boldly For Shelter As A Child Into His Father's House.

He That Is Impatient, And Cannot Wait On God For A Mercy, Will Not Easily Submit To Him In A Denial.

Let Thy Hope Of Heaven Master Thy Fear Of Death. Why Shouldst Thou Be Afraid To Die, Who Hopest To Live By Dying!