Remember all the patterns of grace that are in heaven. You think, oh, what a monument of grace you would like to be! There are many thousands as rich monuments as you can be. The greatest sinner did never pass the grace of Christ. Do not despair. Hope still. When the clouds are blackest, even then look towards Christ, the standing pillar of the Father’s love and grace, set up in heaven for all sinners to gaze upon continually. Whatever Satan or conscience say, do not conclude against yourself, Christ shall have the last word.                                                                                   

From Honey Out of the Rock

by Thomas Wilcox  (1621-1687)

“But I would feed you with the best of foods.
I would satisfy you with  honey from the rock.”
Psalm 81:16