Praise God For The Hammer, The File,

I Live No More, But Christ Liveth In Me!

I Know That, As Night And Shadows Are Good For Flowers, And Moonlight And Dews Are Better Than A Continual Sun, So Is Christ's Absence Of Special Use, And That It Hath Some Nourishing Virtue In It, And Giveth Sap To Humility, And Putteth An Edge On Hunger, And Funisheth A Fairfield To Faith To Put Forth Itself, And To Exercise Its Fingers In Gripping It Seeth Not What.

Ye Have Lost A Child--nay, She Is Not Lost To You, Who Is Found To Christ; She Is Not Sent Away, But Only Sent Before; Like Unto A Star, Which Going Out Of Our Sight, Doth Not Die And Vanish, But Shineth In Another Hemisphere.

I Seldom Made An Errand To God For Another But I Got Something For Myself.

O My Lord Jesus Christ, If I Could Be In Heaven Without Thee, It Would Be Hell; And If I Could Be In Hell, And Have Thee Still, It Would Be Heaven To Me, For Thou Are All The Heaven I Want.