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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.

If I Have Observed Anything By Experience, It Is This: A Man May Take The Measure Of His Growth And Decay In Grace According To His Thoughts And Meditations Upon The Person Of Christ, And The Glory Of Christ's Kingdom, And Of His Love.

Longing, Breathing, And Panting After Deliverance Is A Grace In Itself, That Has A Mighty Power To Conform The Soul Into The Likeness Of The Thing Longed After...unless You Long For Deliverance You Shall Not Have It.

Did You Never Run For Shelter In A Storm, And Find Fruit Which You Expected Not? Did You Never Go To God For Safeguard, Driven By Outward Storms, And There Find Unexpected Fruit?

Herein Would I Live; Herein Would I Die; Hereon Would I Dwell In My Thoughts And Affections; To The Withering And Consumption Of All The Painted Beauties Of This World, Unto The Crucifying All Things Here Below, Until They Become Unto Me A Dead And Deformed Thing, No Way Meet For Affectionate Embraces.