to choke Mansoul with the fulness of this world, and to surfeit the heart
with the good things thereof. But, my brethren, you will outwit hell
herself and all her counsellors and all her machinations, if, out of all
the riches, pleasures, cares, and possessions, that both heaven and earth
and hell can heap into your heart, those riches, pleasures, cares, and
possessions but produce corresponding passions and affections towards God
and man. Only let fear, and love, and thankfulness, and helpfulness be
kindled and fed to all their fulness in your heart, and all the world and
all that it contains will only leave the more room in your boundless
heart for God and for your brother. All that God has made, or could make
with all His counsel and all His power laid out, will not fill your
boundless and bottomless heart. He must come down and come into your
boundless and bottomless heart Himself. Himself: your Father, your
Redeemer, and your Sanctifier and Comforter also. Let the whole universe
try to fill your heart, O man of God, and after it all we shall hear you
singing in famine and in loneliness the doleful ditty:

'O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.

5. 'Madame,' said a holy solitary to Madame Guyon in her misery--'Madame,
you are disappointed and perplexed because you seek without what you have
within. Accustom yourself to seek for God in your own heart and you will
always find Him there.' From that hour that gifted woman was a Mystic.
The secret of the interior life flashed upon her in a moment. She had
been starving in the midst of fulness; God was near and not far off; the
kingdom of heaven was within her. The love of God from that hour took
possession of her soul with an inexpressible happiness. Prayer, which
had before been so difficult, was now delightful and indispensable; hours
passed away like moments: she could scarcely cease from praying. Her