My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

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.

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

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.

There Is As Much In Our Lord's Pantry As Will Satisfy All His Children And As Much Wine In His Cellar As Will Quench All Their Thirst. Hunger On, For There Is Meat In Hungering For Christ; Go Never From Him, But Seek Him Who Is Yet Pleased With The Importunity Of Hungry Souls Until He Fills You; If He Delays, Yet Do Not Go Away, Even If You Faint At His Feet.