Take Christ In With You Under Your

They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.

O, What I Owe To The File, The Hammer, And The Furnace Of The Lord Jesus! I Know That He Is No Idle Husbandman - He Purposes A Crop.

I Desire Now To Make No More Pleas With Christ; Verily, He Hath Not Put Me To A Loss By What I Suffer; He Oweth Me Nothing; For In My Bonds, How Sweet And Comfortable Have The Thoughts Of Him Been To Me, Wherein I Find A Sufficient Recompense Of Reward!.