A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At

Their Bodies Will Be Raised From The Dead As Vessels For The Soul-vessels Of Wrath. The Soul Will Breathe Hell-fire, And Smoke And Coal Will Seem To Hang Upon Its Burning Lips, Yea The Face, Eyes, And Ears Will Seem To Be Chimneys And Vents For The Flame, And The Smoke Of The Burning , Which God, By His Breath, Hath Kindled Therein, And Upon, Them, Which Will Be Held One In Another, To The Great Torment And Distress Of Each Other.

The Reason Why The Christians In This Day Are At Such A Loss As To Some Things Is That They Are Contented With What Comes From Man's Mouth, Without Searching And Kneeling Before God To Know Of Him The Truth Of Things.

What God Says Is Best, Is Best, Though All The Men In The World Are Against It.

You Have Chosen The Roughest Road, But It Leads Straight To The Hilltops.

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.