My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep

Why Should I Tremble At The Plough Of My Lord, That Maketh Deep Furrows On My Soul? I Know He Is No Idle Husbandman, He Purposeth A Crop.

You Must Take A House Beside The Physician. It Will Be A Miracle If Ye Be The First Sick That Christ Hath Put Away Uncured.

I Have Been Benefited By Praying For Others; For By Making An Errand To God For Them I Have Gotten Something For Myself.

There Is As Much In Our Lord's Pantry As Will Satisfy All His Children And As Much Wine In His Cellar As Will Quench All Their Thirst. Hunger On, For There Is Meat In Hungering For Christ; Go Never From Him, But Seek Him Who Is Yet Pleased With The Importunity Of Hungry Souls Until He Fills You; If He Delays, Yet Do Not Go Away, Even If You Faint At His Feet.

My Lord Jesus Has Fully Recompensed My Sadness With His Joys, My Losses With His Own Presence. I Find It A Sweet And Rich Thing To Exchange My Sorrows With Christ's Joys, My Afflictions With That Sweet Peace I Have With Himself.