Prayer Is Climbing Up Into The Heart

Every Country Must Have Its Own Devil. Welshland Its Own, And France Its Own. Our German Devil Will Be A Good Wind-pipe, And Must Be Called Drinking, Being So Thirsty And Hell-like That No Guzzling Of Wine And Beer, However Large, Will Cool It Off, And I Fear That Such Will Ever Remain Germany's Plague, Until The Day Of Judgment.

Whilst A Man Is Persuaded That He Has It In His Power To Contribute Anything, Be It Ever So Little, To His Salvation, He Remains In Carnal Self-confidence; He Is Not A Self-despairer, And Therefore Is Not Duly Humbled Before God, He Believes He May Lend A Helping Hand In His Salvation, But On The Contrary, Whoever Is Truly Convinced That The Whole Work Depends Singly On The Will Of God, Such A Person Renounces His Own Will And Strength; He Waits And Prays For The Operation Of God, Nor Waits And Prays In Vain

Even If All The World Were To Combine Forces, They Could Not Bring About The Conception Of A Single Child In Any Woman's Womb Nor Cause It To Be Born; That Is Wholly The Work Of God.

What Can Only Be Taught By The Rod And With Blows Will Not Lead To Much Good; They Will Not Remain Pious Any Longer Than The Rod Is Behind Them.

What Will You Do In The Mundane Days Of Faithfulness?