After Every Storm, There Comes

I Desire Now To Make No More Pleas With Christ; Verily, He Hath Not Put Me To A Loss By What I Suffer; He Oweth Me Nothing; For In My Bonds, How Sweet And Comfortable Have The Thoughts Of Him Been To Me, Wherein I Find A Sufficient Recompense Of Reward!.

If Ye Never Had A Sick Night And A Pained Soul For Sin, Ye Have Not Yet Lighted Upon Christ.

When The Race Is Ended, And The Play Is Either Won Or Lost, And Ye Are In The Utmost Circle And Border Of Time, And Shall Put Your Foot Within The March Of Eternity, All The Good Things Of Your Short Nightdream Shall Seem To You Like Ashes Of A Blaze Of Thorns Or Straw.

Praise God For The Hammer, The File, And The Furnace. The Hammer Molds Us, The File Sharpens Us, And The Fire Tempers Us.

When The Supreme Magistrate Will Not Execute The Judgment Of The Lord, Those Who Made Him Supreme Magistrate, Under God, Who Have Under God, Sovereighn Liberty To Dispose Of Crowns And Kingdoms, Are To Execute The Judgment Of The Lord, When Wicked Men Make The Law Of God Of None Effect.