He That Is Down Needs Fear No

It Is The Opener Of The Heart Of God, And A Means By Which The Soul, Though Empty, Is Filled.

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.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.

I Would Say To My Soul, O My Soul, This Is Not The Place Of Despair; This Is Not The Time To Despair In. As Long As Mine Eyes Can Find A Promise In The Bible, As Long As There Is A Moment Left Me Of Breath Or Life In This World, So Long Will I Wait Or Look For Mercy, So Long Will I Fight Against Unbelief And Despair.

Without The Spirit Man Is So Infirm That He Cannot, With All Other Means Whatsoever, Be Enabled To Think One Right Saving Thought Of God, Of Christ, Or Of His Blessed Things.