Hope & Comfort
The Comforter be always with thee, good Christian, to guide thee in the way that leads to the city.
My soul is dying, my soul is damning. Were my soul but in a good condition, and were I but sure of it, ah! how rich should I esteem myself, though blessed but with bread and water!
This river has been a terror to many; yea, the thoughts of it also have often frightened me; but now methinks I stand easy.
I did prefer this book of Martin Luther upon the Galatians (excepting the Holy Bible) before all the books that ever I had seen, as most fit for a wounded conscience.
Life! life! eternal life!
In former times men have met with angels here, have found pearls here, and have in this place found the words of life.
I have a key in my bosom, called Promise, that will, I am persuaded, open any lock in Doubting Castle.
Be of good cheer, my brother: I feel the bottom, and it is good.
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