Every Day We May See Some New

I Pray God That I May Never Find My Will Again. Oh, That Christ Would Subject My Will To His, And Trample It Under His Feet.

There Is Nothing That Will Make You A Christian Indeed, But A Taste Of The Sweetness Of Christ.

Our Little Time Of Suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome Home To Heaven.

It Is No Small Comfort That God Hath Written Some Scriptures To You Which He Hath Not To Others. Read These, And Think God Is Like A Friend Who Sendeth A Letter To A Whole House And Family, But Who Speaketh In His Letter To Some By Name That Are Dearest To Him In The House.

Well's Them Who Are Under Crosses, And Christ Says To Them, "half Mine."