For A Beggar To Live

Prayer Is Nothing But The Promise Reversed, Or God's Word Formed Into An Argument, And Retorted By Faith Upon God Again.

Whoever Hath A Seed Time Of Grace Pass Over His Soul, Shall Have His Harvest Time Also Of Joy.

What Is Jordan That I Should Wash In It? What Is The Preaching That I Should Attend On It, While I Hear Nothing But What I Knew Before? What Are These Beggarly Elements Of Water, Bread, And Wine? Are Not These The Reasonings Of A Soul That Forgets Who Appoints The Means Of Grace?

Oh, It Is Sad For A Poor Christian To Stand At The Door Of The Promise, In The Dark Night Of Affliction, Afraid To Draw The Latch, Whereas He Should Then Come Boldly For Shelter As A Child Into His Father's House.

Bid Faith Look Through The Key-hole Of The Promise, And Tell Thee What It Sees There Laid Up For Him That Overcomes; Bid It Listen And Tell Thee Whether It Cannot Hear The Shout Of Those Crowned Saints, As Of Those That Are Dividing The Spoil, And Receiving The Reward Of All Their Services And Sufferings Here On Earth.