Your Heart Is Not The

I Pray God That I May Never Find My Will Again. Oh, That Christ Would Subject My Will To His, And Trample It Under His Feet.

It Is Impossible To Be Submissive And Religiously Patient, If Ye Stay Your Thoughts Down Among The Confused Rollings And Wheels Of Second Causes, As, O, The Place! O, The Time! O, If This Had Been, This Had Not Followed! O, The Linking Of This Accident With This Time And Place! Look Up To The Master Motion And The First Wheel.

The Night Will Close The Door & Fasten My Anchor Within The Veil And I Shall Go Away To Sleep.

My Lord Jesus Has Fully Recompensed My Sadness With His Joys, My Losses With His Own Presence. I Find It A Sweet And Rich Thing To Exchange My Sorrows With Christ's Joys, My Afflictions With That Sweet Peace I Have With Himself.

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