The More He Cast Away, The More

For To Speak The Truth, There Are But Few That Care Thus To Spend Their Time, But Choose Rather To Be Speaking Of Things To No Profit.

Such Is The Effect Of The Grace Of God In The Heart Of A Pilgrim; While On One Hand He Sees The Propensity Of His Evil Nature To Every Sin Which Has Been Committed By Others, And Is Humbled; He Also Confesses, That, By No Power Of His Own, Is He Preserved, But Ever Gives The Glory To The God Of All Grace, By Whose Power Alone He Is Kept From Falling.

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.

Fear, Lest, By Forgetting What You Are By Nature, You Also Forget The Need That You Have Of Continual Pardon, Support, And Supplies From The Spirit Of Grace, And So Grow Proud Of Your Own Abilities, Or Of What You Have Received From God.

Hanging Is Too Good For Him Said Mr. Cruelty.