God Would Behold In You

It Is This Unquiet Self-love That Renders Us So Sensitive. The Sick Man, Who Sleeps Ill, Thinks The Night Long. We Exaggerate, From Cowardice, All The Evils Which We Encounter; They Are Great, But Our Sensibility Increases Them. The True Way To Bear Them Is To Yield Ourselves Up With Confidence To God.

Let Us Endeavor To Commence Every Enterprise With A Pure View To The Glory Of God, Continue It Without Distraction, And Finish It Without Impatience.

Exactness And Neatness In Moderation Is A Virtue, But Carried To Extremes Narrows The Mind.

If We Had Strength And Faith Enough To Trust Ourselves Entirely To God; And Follow Him Simply Wherever He Should Lead Us, We Should Have No Need Of Any Great Effort Of Mind To Reach Perfection.

Let Us Pray God That He Would Root Out Of Our Hearts Every Thing Of Our Own Planting, And Set Out There, With His Own Hands, The Tree Of Life, Bearing All Manner Of Fruits.