A Man There Was, Though

Great Sins Do Draw Out Great Grace; And Where Guilt Is Most Terrible And Fierce, There The Mercy Of God In Christ, When Showed To The Soul, Appears Most High And Mighty.

Therefore, I Bind These Lies And Slanderous Accusations To My Person As An Ornament; It Belongs To My Christian Profession To Be Vilified, Slandered, Reproached And Reviled, And Since All This Is Nothing But That, As God And My Conscience Testify, I Rejoice In Being Reproached For Christ's Sake.

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

Men, Even The Elect, Have Too Many Infirmities To Come To Christ Without Help From Heaven; Inviting Will Not Do.

Faith Is A Fruit, Work, Or Gift Of The Spirit Of God, Whereby A Poor Soul Is Enabled Through The Mighty Operation Of God, In A Sense Of Its Sins And Wretched Estate To Lay Hold On The Righteousness, Blood, Death, Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession, And Coming Again Of The Son Of God Which Was Crucified Without The Gates Of Jerusalem, For Eternal Life.