After Winter Comes The Summer.

It Is No Small Comfort That God Hath Written Some Scriptures To You Which He Hath Not To Others. Read These, And Think God Is Like A Friend Who Sendeth A Letter To A Whole House And Family, But Who Speaketh In His Letter To Some By Name That Are Dearest To Him In The House.

When We Shall Come Home, And Enter Into The Possession Of Our Brother's Fair Kingdom, And When Our Heads Shall Find The Weight Of The Eternal Crown Of Glory, Then We Shall Look Back To Pains And Sufferings And Then We Will See Life And Sorrow To Be Less Than One Step Or Stride From A Prison To Glory. Our Little Inch Of Time-suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome-home To Heaven.

Howbeit Your Faith Seeth But The Black Side Of Providence, Yet It Hath A Better Side, And God Shall Let You See It. ... “for We Know That All Things Work Together For Good To Them That Love God,” Ergo, Shipwreck, Losses, &c., Work Together For The Good Of Them That Love God: Hence I Infer, That Losses, Disappointments, Ill Tongues, Loss Of Friends, Houses, Or Country, Are God's Workmen, Set On Work To Work Out Good To You, Out Of Everything That Befalleth You.

Grow As A Palm-tree On God's Mount Zion; Howbeit Shaken With Winds, Yet The Root Is Fast.

We Take Nothing To The Grave With Us, But A Good Or Evil Conscience... It Is True, Terrors Of Conscience Cast Us Down; And Yet Without Terrors Of Conscience We Cannot Be Raised Up Again.