Set Not Your Heart Upon The World,

The Night Will Close The Door & Fasten My Anchor Within The Veil And I Shall Go Away To Sleep.

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

There Is No Sweeter Fellowship With Christ Than To Bring Our Wounds And Our Sores To Him.

The Secret Formula Of The Saints: When I Am In The Cellar Of Affliction, I Look For The Lord's Choicest Wines.

Every Day We May See Some New Thing In Christ. His Love Hath Neither Brim Nor Bottom.