Oh brothers, oh sisters, don't tell me that we have got the fulness. Oh the fulness of the Spirit, an immeasurable measure! Oh, don't tell me there are any limitations of it. It comes in floods we cannot contain. I drink and drink and drink again, and still we yet are dry.
Oh saints of God, the more of this joy they get, the more they require, the more they desire. It is God in you that longs for all the fulness of God to come into you, praise His name. But we must be partakers of it.
-- Smith Wigglesworth
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