Through Many Afflictions We Must Enter Into

They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

Grace Will Ever Speak For Itself And Be Fruitful In Well-doing; The Sanctified, Cross Is A Fruitful Tree.

I Think It Is Possible On Earth To Build A Young, New Jerusalem, A Little, New Heaven Of This Surpassing Love. God, Either Send Me More Of This Love, Or Take Me Quickly Over The Water, Where I May Be Filled With His Love.

Think It Not Hard If You Get Not Your Will, Nor Your Delights In This Life; God Will Have You To Rejoice In Nothing But Himself.

There Is No Sweeter Fellowship With Christ Than To Bring Our Wounds And Our Sores To Him.