Prayer Is A Powerful Thing;

Rough, Boisterous, Stormy And Altogether Warlike, I Am Born To Fight Against Innumerable Monsters And Devils.

[the Papists] Ought To Have Sympathy With Us Weak, Poor Christians, And Not Condemn Us Or Make Fun Of Us Because We Are Learning So Childishly To Toddle Along The Benches, Nay, To Creep In The Mire, And Cannot Skip And Dance, On Such Light Feet And Legs, Over And Outside Of God's Commandments, As They Do, The Strong Heroes And Giants ... God Forbid That We Should!

He Who Believes In God Is Not Careful For The Morrow, But Labors Joyfully And With A Great Heart. "for He Giveth His Beloved, As In Sleep." They Must Work And Watch, Yet Never Be Careful Or Anxious, But Commit All To Him, And Live In Serene Tranquility; With A Quiet Heart, As One Who Sleeps Safely And Quietly.

As Long As A Man Is Persuaded That He Can Make Even The Smallest Contribution To His Salvation, He Remains Self-confident And Does Not Utterly Despair Of Himself, And So Is Not Humbled Before God. Such A Man Plans Out For Himself A Position, An Occasion, A Work, Which Shall Bring Him Final Salvation, But Which Will Not.

Although The Christian Is Thus Free From All Works, He Ought In This Liberty To Empty Himself, Take Upon Himself The Form Of A Servant, Be Made In The Likeness Of Men, Be Found In Human Form, And To Serve, Help And In Every Way Deal With His Neighbor As He Sees That God Through Christ Has Dealt And Still Deals With Him.