| Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.1 |
| Behold this selfsame thing, that ye sorrowed after a godly sort, what carefulness it wrought in you, yea, what clearing of yourselves, yea, what indignation, yea, what fear, yea, what vehement desire, yea, what zeal, yea, what revenge!2 – The fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth; proving what is acceptable unto the Lord.3 |
| The Comforter, … is the Holy Ghost.4 – The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.5 |
| The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace.6 |
| In a great trial of affliction the abundance of their joy and their deep poverty abounded unto the riches of their liberality.7 |
| All these worketh that one and the selfsame Spirit, dividing to every man severally as he will.8 |