Live On Christ's Love While Ye Are

If Christ Jesus Be The Periode, The End And The Lodging-home At The End Of Your Journey, There Is No Fear Ye Go To A Friend . . . Ye May Look Death In The Face With Joy.

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.

Since He Looked Upon Me My Heart Is Not My Own. He Hath Runaway To Heaven With It.

Grace Grows Best In Winter.

It Is Comfort To The Believer That All Things Are Possible.