It Is Truth Alone That Capacitates Any

I Wish Thy Lot, Now Bad, Still Worse, My Friend, For When At Worst, They Say, Things Always Mend.

We Admit No Faith To Be Justifying, Which Is Not Itself And In Its Own Nature A Spiritually Vital Principle Of Obedience And Good Works.

He Can Make The Dry Parched Ground Of My Soul To Become A Pool And My Thirsty Barren Heart As Springs Of Water. Yes He Can Make This Habitation Of Dragons This Heart Which Is So Full Of Abominable Lusts And Fiery Temptations To Be A Place Of Bounty And Fruitfulness Unto Himself

Herein Would I Live; Herein Would I Die; Hereon Would I Dwell In My Thoughts And Affections; To The Withering And Consumption Of All The Painted Beauties Of This World, Unto The Crucifying All Things Here Below, Until They Become Unto Me A Dead And Deformed Thing, No Way Meet For Affectionate Embraces.

What Do We Want? What Would We Be At? What Do Our Souls Desire? Is It Not That We Might Have A More Full, Clear, Stable Comprehension Of The Wisdom, Love, Grace, Goodness, Holiness, Righteousness, And Power Of God, As Declared And Exalted In Christ Unto Our Redemption And Eternal Salvation?