Pray often; for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan
John Bunyan
Pray often; for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan.
John Bunyan
You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.
John Bunyan
I fought till my sword did cleave to my hand; and then they were joined together as if a sword grew out of my arm; and when the blood ran through my fingers, then I fought with most courage.
John Bunyan
He who would valiant be, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather Theres no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowd intent To be a pilgrim. Whoso beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound; His strength the more is. No lion can him fright, Hell with a giant fight, But he will have a right To be a pilgrim. Hobgoblin nor foul fiend Can daunt his spirit; He knows he at the end Shall life inherit. Then, fancies, fly away, Hell not fear what men say; Hell labour night and day To be a pilgrim.
John Bunyan
And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
John Bunyan