Make Not Christ A Liar

Be Not Cast Down. If Ye Saw Him Who Is Standing On The Shore, Holding Out His Arms To Welcome You To Land, Ye Would Wade, Not Only Through A Sea Of Wrongs, But Through Hell Itself To Be With Him.

They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

Christ's Enemies Are But Breaking Their Own Heads In Pieces, Upon The Rock Laid In Zion; And The Stone Is Not Removed Out Of Its Place. Faith Hath Cause To Take Courage From Our Very Afflictions; The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints. I Know That He But Heweth And Polisheth Stones, All This Time, For The New Jerusalem.

It Is In Some Respect Greater Love In Jesus To Sanctify Than To Justify, For He Maketh Us Most Like Himself, In His Own Essential Portraiture And Image In Sanctifying Us.

When The Race Is Ended, And The Play Is Either Won Or Lost, And Ye Are In The Utmost Circle And Border Of Time, And Shall Put Your Foot Within The March Of Eternity, All The Good Things Of Your Short Nightdream Shall Seem To You Like Ashes Of A Blaze Of Thorns Or Straw.