Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.
I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up
a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.
A sensible thanksgiving for mercies received is a mighty prayer in the Spirit of God. It prevails with Him unspeakably.
The name of the Slough was Despond.
Pray often, for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan.