Whenever The Word Is Rightly

I Am Not Of The Opinion That All The Arts Shall Be Crushed To Earth And Perish Through The Gospel, As Some Bigoted Persons Pretend, But Would Willingly See Them All, And Especially Music, Servants Of Him Who Gave And Created Them.

When I Am Assailed With Heavy Tribulations, I Rush Out Among My Pigs Rather Than Remain Alone By Myself. The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away. So The Human Heart, Unless It Be Occupied With Some Employment, Leaves Space For The Devil, Who Wriggles Himself In And Brings With Him A Whole Host Of Evil Thoughts, Temptations, And Tribulations, Which Grind Out The Heart.

Count It One Of The Highest Virtues Upon Earth To Educate Faithfully The Children Of Others, Which So Few, And Scarcely Any, Do By Their Own.

The Devil Should Not Be Allowed To Keep All The Best Tunes For Himself.

Being By His Faith Replaced Afresh In Paradise And Created Anew, He (the Believer)does Not Need Works For His Justification, But That He May Not Be Idle, But That He May Exercise His Own Body And Preserve It. His Works Are To Be Done Freely, With The Sole Object Of Pleasing God.