My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep

He Who Duly Esteemeth Christ, Is A Noble Bidder, And So A Noble And Liberal Buyer.

Faith's Speculations To The Worst And Hardest, In Point Of Resolution, Are Sweet.

After Winter Comes The Summer. After Night Comes The Dawn. And After Every Storm, There Comes Clear, Open Skies.

Make Not Christ A Liar In Distrusting His Promise.

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy