The wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest. … There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.1 |
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.2 – Rest in the Lord.3 – He that is entered into his rest, he also hath ceased from his own works.4 |
Be not carried about with divers and strange doctrines. For it is a good thing that the heart be established with grace.5 – That we … be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; but speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.6 |
I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.7 |