PRESERVATION & PERSEVERANCE
But oh, the struggle! oh, the conflict!
This is the struggle!
How can he travel through this waste howling
We journey onward through a waste howling
Lord, I feel my own utter helplessness!
An almost boundless capacity of
Strangle and suffocate it!
Beset with many difficulties
They will never perish!
If your flesh had its full swing?
These "lovers" of ours
How shall they escape?
Let God but take the cover off
Lord, I am a poor, blind child
Dead or wounded?
A little drop of purity in the midst of impurity
In a most mysterious and inexplicable manner
He alone can rescue me
Preserving grace before regeneration
She had been plucked from the burning fires of
Where did God find you?
A flowery path?
If God left us for a single hour
To walk after the flesh
Treasure in earthen vessels
One incessant fight!
What? Will He forgive us all sins?
The sins and slips of the saints?
Make straight paths for your feet
Go, perish! ungrateful apostate!
Have we not many Orpahs?
The youngest, the weakest, the sickliest
To bathe in the ocean of endless bliss!
Wearied, torn, and half expiring
No pilgrim has perished on the road!
Remaining enmity, sin, and ungodliness
Were we left wholly in its hands!
The hard-hearted, cold-blooded, wise-headed
professor sees no snares
The Lord's secret power in our souls?
God will meet all your needs
Behold His precious Gift transfixed to it!
Who can be against us?
The great Shepherd!
He sees you, haggard, hunger stricken
If God restrained us not
Like a rock!
Unless sustained by a heavenly arm
A melancholy spectacle?
The best of saints would fall into the worst of
We are never beyond the reach of His care!
How are we to walk safely along such a path?
God's children may backslide.
What a debt of love we owe Him!
Weakness and helplessness?
If God should forsake the best saint?
My soul, where would you have been this day?