I Seldom Made An Errand To God

No Created Powers Can Mar Our Lord Jesus' Music, Nor Spill Our Song Of Joy. Let Us Then Be Glad And Rejoice In The Salvation Of Our Lord

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.

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

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

The Secret Formula Of The Saints: When I Am In The Cellar Of Affliction, I Look For The Lord's Choicest Wines.