Those Who Love Music Are Gentle And

Let All Your Preaching Be In The Most Simple And Plainest Manner; Look Not To The Prince, But To The Plain, Simple, Gross, Unlearned People, Of Which Cloth The Prince Also Himself Is Made. If I, In My Preaching, Should Have Regard To Philip Melancthon And Other Learned Doctors, Then Should I Do But Little Good. I Preach In The Simplest Manner To The Unskillful, And That Giveth Content To All. Hebrew, Greek And Latin I Spare Until We Learned Ones Come Together.

This Life Therefore Is Not Righteousness, But Growth In Righteousness, Not Health, But Healing, Not Being But Becoming, Not Rest But Exercise. We Are Not Yet What We Shall Be, But We Are Growing Toward It, The Process Is Not Yet Finished, But It Is Going On, This Is Not The End, But It Is The Road. All Does Not Yet Gleam In Glory, But All Is Being Purified.

The Devil Fears The Word Of God, He Can't Bite It; It Breaks His Teeth.

But Satan, The God Of All Dissension, Stirreth Up Daily New Sects, And Last Of All (which Of All Other I Should Never Have Foreseen Or Once Suspected) He Hath Raised Up A Sect Of Such As Teach That The Ten Commandments Ought To Be Taken Out Of The Church, And That Men Should Not Be Terrified With The Law, But Gently Exerted By The Preaching Of The Grace Of Christ.

If There Is Anything In Us, It Is Not Our Own; It Is A Gift Of God. But If It Is A Gift Of God, Then It Is Entirely A Debt One Owes To Love, That Is, To The Law Of Christ. And If It Is A Debt Owed To Love, Then I Must Serve Others With It, Not Myself.