A Man May Be Carried On In

The Good Lord Send Out A Spirit Of Mortification To Cure Our Distempers, Or We Are In A Sad Condition!

Labour To Grow Better Under All Your Afflictions, Lest Your Afflictions Grow Worse, Lest God Mingle Them With More Darkness, Bitterness And Terror.

The Love Of God Is Like Himself – Equal, Constant, Not Capable Of Augmentation Or Diminution; Our Love Is Like Ourselves – Unequal, Increasing, Waning, Growing, Declining. His, Like The Sun, Always The Same In Its Light, Though A Cloud May Sometimes Interpose; Ours, As The Moon, Has Its Enlargements And Straightenings.

Indwelling Sin Always Abides Whilst We Are In This World; Therefore It Is Always To Be Mortified.

There Is Not A Day But Sin Foils Or Is Foiled, Prevails Or Is Prevailed Upon. It Will Always Be So While We Live In This World. Sin Will Not Spare For One Day. There Is No Safety But In A Constant Warfare For Those Who Desire Deliverance From Sin's Perplexing Rebellion.