Many Are Friends To The Success Of

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

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

You Shall By Faith Sustain Yourself And Comfort Yourself In Your Lord, And Be Strong In His Power; For You Are In The Beaten And Common Way To Heaven, When You Are Under Our Lord's Crosses. You Have Reason To Rejoice In It, More Than In A Crown Of Gold; And Rejoice And Be Glad To Bear The Reproaches Of Christ.

The Weightiest End Of The Cross Of Christ That Is Laid Upon You, Lieth Upon Your Strong Savior.

Christ's Enemies Are But Breaking Their Own Heads In Pieces, Upon The Rock Laid In Zion; And The Stone Is Not Removed Out Of Its Place. Faith Hath Cause To Take Courage From Our Very Afflictions; The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints. I Know That He But Heweth And Polisheth Stones, All This Time, For The New Jerusalem.