If You Release Me Today, I'll Preach

There Can Be But One Will The Master In Our Salvation, But That Shall Never Be The Will Of Man, But Of God; Therefore Man Must Be Saved By Grace.

The Heart Must Be Beaten Or Bruised, And Then The Sweet Scent Will Come Out.

There Was A Castle Called Doubting Castle, The Owner Whereof Was Giant Despair.

He Hath Given Me Rest By His Sorrow, And Life By His Death.

Here Is The Life Of Prayer, When In Or With The Spirit, A Man Being Made Sensible Of Sin, And How To Come To The Lord For Mercy; He Comes, I Say, In The Strength Of The Spirit, And Crieth Father. That One Word Spoken In Faith Is Better Than A Thousand Prayers, As Men Call Them, Written And Read, In A Formal, Cold, Lukewarm Way.