Temptation Provokes Me To Look Upward To

He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.

Fullness To Such A Burden Is That Go On Pilgrimage; Here Little, And Hereafter Bliss, Is Best From Age To Age.

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.

Our Sins, When Laid Upon Christ, Were Yet Personally Ours, Not His; So His Righteousness, When Put Upon Us, Is Yet Personally His, Not Ours.

He That Doth Righteousness; That Is, Righteousness Which The Gospel Calleth So, Is Righteous; That Is, Precedent To, Or Before He Doth That Righteousness. For He Doth Not Say, He Shall Make His Person Righteous By Acts Of Righteousness That He Shall Do; For Then An Evil Tree May Bear Good Fruit, Yea, And Make Itself Good By Doing So; But He Saith, He That Doth Righteousness Is Righteous; As He Saith, He That Doth Righteousness Is Born Of Him.