Christ Seeketh Your Help In

I Hang By A Thread, But It Is (if I May So Speak) Of Christ's Spinning

Keep God's Covenant In Your Trials; Hold You By His Blessed Word, And Sin Not; Flee Anger, Wrath, Grudging, Envying, Fretting; Forgive A Hundred Pence To Your Fellow-servant, Because Your Lord Hath Forgiven You Ten Thousand Talents: For, I Assure You By The Lord, Your Adversaries Shall Get No Advantage Against You, Except You Sin, And Offend Your Lord, In Your Sufferings.

There Is Nothing Left To Us But To See How We May Be Approved Of Him, And How We May Roll The Weight Of Our Weak Souls In Well-doing Upon Him, Who Is God Omnipotent.

Why Should I Tremble At The Plough Of My Lord, That Maketh Deep Furrows On My Soul? I Know He Is No Idle Husbandman, He Purposeth A Crop.

I Know You Are In Grief And Heaviness; And If It Were Not So, You Might Be Afraid, Because Then Your Way Would Not Be So Like The Way That Our Lord Saith Leadeth To The New Jerusalem. Sure I Am, If You Knew What Were Before You, Or If You Saw Some Glances Of It, You Would, With Gladness, Swim Through The Present Floods Of Sorrow, Spreading Forth Your Arms Out Of Desire To Be At Land.