For the perfecting of the soul in the habit of holiness, you must exercise yourself in inward acts of resistance. Keep an intense hatred of sin and the devil; get where you enjoy a contest with Satan; glory in tribulation; rejoice when you are persecuted; count it joy when you are tried and tempted. Soldiers get so they love the battle, pugilists enjoy the contest, and we should be where we love trials. We hate them, therefore we love to conquer them; they afford us means for development, therefore we welcome them; they deepen us into God and make us more like Christ, therefore we hail them with joy. We hate them themselves, but in our intense love for God and the privilege of exercising ourselves in his strength we count all our trials joy. We rejoice in the midst of temptation because we have the opportunity of displaying the strength of our God. But do not make the mistake of thinking that you are so strong in God that the little evil thought, or the feeling of pride or impatience, or the little act of intemperance, is of no consequence. It is these little things that sap away the spiritual strength. Get after the very least of them and put them to death. Give them no place. If one single word of lightness or of impatience escapes your lips, go in earnest prayer, asking God to make you a conqueror. Seek to have your life wholly free from imperfections, and you will daily advance in the divine life. Life is full of peace and pleasure When we're saved by grace; Sweetest joys overflow the measure When we're saved by grace; Gifts from heaven fall in show'rs, Cheering dark and lonely hours, By our pathway bloom sweet flow'rs, When we're saved by grace. E'en in sorrow there are blessings When we're saved by grace; Chastening rods are fond carressings When we're saved by grace; Storm-clouds far away are driven, Life flows on so sweet and even, Round us beams the light of heaven, When we're saved by grace. All around is wondrous beauty When we're saved by grace; There is joy in every duty When we're saved by grace; Hope is ever sweetly singing, Peace-bells in our souls are ringing, Guardian angels round us winging, When we're saved by grace. We must every day be growing When we're saved by grace; Progress in divine life making, When we're saved by grace; Upward, upward, nearer heaven, Life more peaceful and more even, Fuller light upon us beaming, When we're growing in grace. You will, I hope, pardon the writer if he repeats too much. Repetition is sometimes needed that a truth may be enforced. Sometimes line upon line is needful.