Now, I do not know that I can do better at this point, and in closing, than just to tell you about some of that bunch of keys that John Bunyan found from time to time in his own bosom, and which made all his prison doors one after another fly open at their touch.  ’About ten o’clock one day, as I was walking under a hedge, full of sorrow and guilt, God knows, and bemoaning myself for my hard hap, suddenly this sentence bolted in upon me:  The blood of Christ remits all guilt.  Again, when I was fleeing from the face of God, for I did flee from His face, that is, my mind and spirit fled before Him; for by reason of His highness I could not endure; then would the text cry:  Return unto Me; it would cry with a very great voice:  Return unto me, for I have redeemed thee.  And this would make me look over my shoulder behind me to see if I could discern that this God of grace did follow me with a pardon in His hand.  Again, the next day, at evening, being under many fears, I went to seek the Lord, and as I prayed, I cried, with strong cries:  O Lord, I beseech Thee, show me that Thou hast loved me with an everlasting love.  I had no sooner said it but, with sweetness, this returned upon me as an echo or sounding-again, I have loved thee with an everlasting love.  Now, I went to bed at quiet; also, when I awaked the next morning it was fresh upon my soul and I believed it . . .  Again, as I was then before the Lord, that Scripture fastened on my heart:  O man, great is thy faith, even as if one had clapped me on the back as I was on my knees before God . . .  At another time I remember I was again much under this question:  Whether the blood of Christ was sufficient to save my soul?  In which doubt I continued from morning till about seven or eight at night, and at last, when I was, as it were, quite worn out with fear, these words did sound suddenly within my heart:  He is able.  Methought this word able was spoke so loud unto me and gave such a justle to my fear and doubt as I never had all my life either before that or after . . .  Again, one morning, when I was at prayer and trembling under fear, that piece of a sentence dashed in upon me:  My grace is sufficient.  At this, methought:  Oh, how good a thing it is for God to send His word! . . .  Again, one day as I was in a meeting of God’s people, full of sadness and terror, for my fears were again strong upon me, and as I was thinking that my soul was never the better, these words did with great power suddenly break in upon me:  My grace is sufficient for thee, My grace is sufficient for thee, three times together; and, oh! methought that every word was a mighty word unto me; as My, and grace, and sufficient, and for thee.  These words were then, and sometimes still are, far bigger words than others are.  Again, one day as I was passing in the field, and that, too, with some dashes in my conscience, suddenly this sentence fell upon my soul:  Thy righteousness