Resolved, Never To Do Anything Which I

A Truly Christian Love, Either To God Or Men, Is A Humble Broken-hearted Love. The Desires Of The Saints, However Earnest, Are Humble Desires. Their Hope Is A Humble Hope; And Their Joy, Even When It Is Unspeakable And Full Of Glory, Is A Humble Broken-hearted Joy, And Leaves The Christian More Poor In Spirit, And More Like A Little Child, And More Disposed To A Universal Lowliness Of Behaviour.

Religion, In Its Purity, Is Not So Much A Pursuit As A Temper; Or Rather It Is A Temper, Leading To The Pursuit Of All That Is High And Holy. Its Foundation Is Faith; Its Action, Works; Its Temper, Holiness; Its Aim, Obedience To God In Improvement Of Self, And Benevolence To Men.

Immediately Upon The Fall, The Mind Of Man Shrank From Its Primitive Greatness And Expandedness, To An Exceeding Smallness And Contractedness... Before, His Soul Was Under The Government Of The Noble Principles Of Divine Love, Whereby It Was Enlarged To The Comprehensiveness Of All His Fellow Creatures And Their Welfare... [but] Sin, Like Some Powerful Astringent, Contracted His Soul To The Very Small Dimensions Of Selfishness, And God Was Forsaken, And Man Retired Within Himself, And Became Totally Governed By Narrow And Selfish Principles And Feelings.

We Are Dependent On The Power Of God To Convert Us And Give Faith In Jesus Christ And The New Nature.

Resolved, Never Henceforward, Till I Die, To Act As If I Were Any Way My Own, But Entirely And Altogether God's.