The More He Cast Away, The More

Then Said He, ’i Am Going To My Father’s; And Though With Great Difficulty I Am Got Hither, Yet Now I Do Not Repent Me Of All The Trouble I Have Been At To Arrive Where I Am. My Sword I Give To Him That Shall Succeed Me In My Pilgrimage, And My Courage And Skill To Him That Can Get It. My Marks And Scars I Carry With Me, To Be A Witness For Me That I Have Fought His Battles Who Now Will Be My Rewarder.’.... So He Passed Over, And All The Trumpets Sounded For Him On The Other Side.

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.

Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright Bring None.

Let Dissolution Come When It Will, It Can Do The Christian No Harm, For It Will Be But A Passage Out Of A Prison Into A Palace; Out Of A Sea Of Troubles Into A Haven Of Rest; Out Of A Crowd Of Enemies, To An Innumerable Company Of True, Loving, And Faithful Friends; Out Of Shame, Reproach, And Contempt, Into Exceeding Great And Eternal Glory.

It Is The Opener Of The Heart Of God, And A Means By Which The Soul, Though Empty, Is Filled.