Christ Did Not Die For

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.

As Rivers, The Nearer They Come To The Ocean Whither They Tend, The More They Increase Their Waters, And Speed Their Streams; So Will Grace Flow More Fully And Freely In Its Near Approaches To The Ocean Of Glory.

If The Word Does Not Dwell With Power In Us, It Will Not Pass With Power From Us.

And As Men Diversions Increase From The World, So Do Their Entanglements From Satan. When They Have More To Do In The World Than They Can Well Manage, They Shall Have More To Do From Satan Than They Can Withstand.

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?