I Live No More, But Christ Liveth

Millions Of Hells Of Sinners Cannot Come Near To Exhaust Infinite Grace.

After Winter Comes The Summer. After Night Comes The Dawn. And After Every Storm, There Comes Clear, Open Skies.

The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints.-

Set Not Your Heart Upon The World, Since God Hath Not Made It Your Portion.

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.