Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

I Had But One Joy, The Apple Of The Eye Of My Delights , To Preach Christ My Lord

I See Christ's Love Is So Kingly, That It Will Not Abide A Marrow It Must Have A Throne All Alone In The Soul.

Every Day We May See Some New Thing In Christ. His Love Hath Neither Brim Nor Bottom.

The Cross Of Christ Is The Sweetest Burden That I Ever Bore; It Is Such A Burden As Wings Are To A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship, To Carry Me Forward To My Harbor.

There Is Nothing Left To Us But To See How We May Be Approved Of Him, And How We May Roll The Weight Of Our Weak Souls In Well-doing Upon Him, Who Is God Omnipotent.