I Bless The Lord That All Our

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.

Ye Have Lost A Child--nay, She Is Not Lost To You, Who Is Found To Christ; She Is Not Sent Away, But Only Sent Before; Like Unto A Star, Which Going Out Of Our Sight, Doth Not Die And Vanish, But Shineth In Another Hemisphere.

Christ Seeketh Your Help In Your Place; Give Him Your Hand.

If So Be That Freewill Were Our Tutor, And We Had Our Heaven In Our Own Keeping, Then We Would Lose All. But Because We Have Christ For Our Tutor, And He Has Our Heaven In His Hand, Therefore The Covenant It Must Be Perpetual.

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.