There Is No True Gospel Fruit Without

I Wish Thy Lot, Now Bad, Still Worse, My Friend, For When At Worst, They Say, Things Always Mend.

The Vigour, And Power, And Comfort Of Our Spiritual Life Depends On The Mortification Of The Deeds Of The Flesh...the Choicest Believers, Who Are Assuredly Freed From The Condemning Power Of Sin, Ought Yet To Make It Their Business All Their Days To Mortify The Indwelling Power Of Sin...do You Mortify; Do You Make It Your Daily Work; Be Always At It Whilst You Live; Cease Not A Day From This Work; Be Killing Sin Or It Will Be Killing You.

All Things I Thought I Knew; But Now Confess The More I Know, I Know, I Know The Less.

If We Would Talk Less And Pray More About Them, Things Would Be Better Than They Are In The World: At Least, We Should Be Better Enabled To Bear Them.

The Whole Pelagian Poison Of Free-will ... A Clear Exaltation Of The Old Idol Free-will Into The Throne Of God ... That The Decaying Estate Of Christianity Have Invented.