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The Foundation Of The Christian's Peace Is Everlasting; It Is What No Time, No Change Can Destroy. It Will Remain When The Body Dies; It Will Remain When The Mountains Depart And The Hills Shall Be Removed, And When The Heavens Shall Be Rolled Together As A Scroll. The Fountain Of His Comfort Shall Never Be Diminished, And The Stream Shall Never Be Dried. His Comfort And Joy Is A Living Spring In The Soul, A Well Of Water Springing Up To Everlasting Life.

Surely There Is Something In The Unruffled Calm Of Nature That Overawes Our Little Anxieties And Doubts; The Sight Of The Deep-blue Sky And The Clustering Stars Above Seems To Impart A Quiet To The Mind.

A Greater Absurdity Cannot Be Thought Of Than A Morose, Hardhearted, Covetous, Proud, Malicious Christian.

The Wrath Of God Burns Against Them, Their Damnation Does Not Slumber; The Pit Is Prepared, The Fire Is Made Ready, The Furnace Is Now Hot, Ready To Receive Them; The Flames Do Now Rage And Glow.

A Truly Humble Man Is Sensible Of His Natural Distance From God; Of His Dependence On Him; Of The Insufficiency Of His Own Power And Wisdom; And That It Is By God's Power That He Is Upheld And Provided For, And That He Needs God's Wisdom To Lead And Guide Him, And His Might To Enable Him To Do What He Ought To Do For Him.