You do not beat the air, but wrestle for a heaven that is yonder above these clouds; you have your worst first, the best will follow.
You wrestle but to win a crown and win to wear it, yea, wear, never to lose it, which once on, none shall ever take off, or put you to the hazard of battle more.
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Peace is sweet after war, ease after pain; but what tongue can express what joy, what glory must fill the creature at the first sight of God and that blessed company? None but one that dwells there can tell.
Did we know more of that blissful state, we ministers should find it as hard a work to persuade Christians to b
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