Unbeknown Paedobaptist

I've been reaing through C.H Spurgeons "Morning by Morning" usually in the evenings. However, this morning I was up in good time and managed to read the morning passage for today. The words were with me all the day and are a real comfort... still not a reason to be content with our faith as it is now though.
The text was "babes in Christ" from 1 Corinthians 3:1...

Are you mourning, believer, because you are so weak in the divine life: because
your faith is so little, your love so feeble? Cheer up, for you have cause for
gratitude. Remember that in some things you are equal to the greatest and most
full-grown Christian. You are as much bought with blood as he is. You are as
much an adopted child of God as any other believer. An infant is as truly a
child of its parents as is the full-grown man. You are as completely justified,
for your justification is not a thing of degrees: your little faith has made you
clean every whit. You have as much right to the precious things of the covenant
as the most advanced believers, for your right to covenant mercies lies not in
your growth, but in the covenant itself; and your faith in Jesus is not the
measure, but the token of your inheritance in Him. You are as rich as the
richest, if not in enjoyment, yet in real possession. The smallest star that
gleams is set in heaven; the faintest ray of light has affinity with the great
orb of day. In the family register of glory the small and the great are written
with the same pen. You are as dear to your Father's heart as the greatest in the
family. Jesus is very tender over you. You are like the smoking flax; a rougher
spirit would say, "put out that smoking flax, it fills the room with an
offensive odour!" but the smoking flax He will not quench. You are like a
bruised reed; and any less tender hand than that of the Chief Musician would
tread upon you or throw you away, but He will never break the bruised reed.
Instead of being downcast by reason of what you are, you should triumph in
Christ. Am I but little in Israel? Yet in Christ I am made to sit in heavenly
places. Am I poor in faith? Still in Jesus I am heir of all things. Though "less
than nothing I can boast, and vanity confess." yet, if the root of the matter be
in me I will rejoice in the Lord, and glory in the God of my salvation.

The words of the hymn by Toplady also sprung to mind. Not bad things to strengthen through a tough day...

More happy but not more secure, The glorified Spirits in heaven