The Heart Of Religion Lies

When I Am Assailed With Heavy Tribulations, I Rush Out Among My Pigs Rather Than Remain Alone By Myself. The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away. So The Human Heart, Unless It Be Occupied With Some Employment, Leaves Space For The Devil, Who Wriggles Himself In And Brings With Him A Whole Host Of Evil Thoughts, Temptations, And Tribulations, Which Grind Out The Heart.

God Is Not A God Of Sadness, Death, Etc., But The Devil Is. Christ Is A God Of Joy, And So The Scriptures Often Say That We Should Rejoice ... A Christian Should And Must Be A Cheerful Person.

To Comfort A Sorrowful Conscience Is Much Better Than To Possess Many Kngdoms; Yet The World Regards It Not; Nay, Condemns It, Calling Us Rebels, Dissturbers Of The Peace.

Next To The Word Of God, Music Deserves The Highest Praise.

The Saved Are Singled Out Not By Their Own Merits, But By The Grace Of The Mediator.