I See Christ's Love Is So Kingly,

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.

Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows Best In Winter Weather, And Under Storms Of Affliction.

No Pen, No Words, No Image Can Express To You The Loveliness Of My Only, Only Lord Jesus.

You Will Not Get To Steal Quietly Into Heaven, Into Christ's Company, Without A Conflict And A Cross. I Find Crosses To Be Christ's Carved Work That He Marks Out For Us And That With Crosses He Portraits Us To His Own Image, Cutting Away Pieces Of Our Ill And Corruption. Lord Cut - Lord Carve - Lord Wound - Lord Do Anything That May Perfect Thy Father's Image In Us And Make Us Ready For Glory.

I Exhort You And Beseech You In The Bowels Of Christ, Faint Not, Weary Not. There Is A Great Necessity Of Heaven; Ye Must Needs Have It: All Other Things, As Houses, Lands, Children, Husband, Friends, Country, Credit, Health, Wealth, Honour, May Be Wanted ; But Heaven Is Your One Thing Necessary, The Good Part That Shall Not Be Taken From You. See That You Buy The Field Where The Pearl Is; Sell All And Make A Purchase Of Salvation. Think It Not Easy; For It Is A Steep Ascent To Eternal Glory; Many Are Lying Dead By The Way, That Were Slain With Security.