The Devil Is But A Whetstone To

No Pen, No Words, No Image Can Express To You The Loveliness Of My Only, Only Lord Jesus.

My Lord Jesus Has Fully Recompensed My Sadness With His Joys, My Losses With His Own Presence. I Find It A Sweet And Rich Thing To Exchange My Sorrows With Christ's Joys, My Afflictions With That Sweet Peace I Have With Himself.

If So Be That Freewill Were Our Tutor, And We Had Our Heaven In Our Own Keeping, Then We Would Lose All. But Because We Have Christ For Our Tutor, And He Has Our Heaven In His Hand, Therefore The Covenant It Must Be Perpetual.

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!.

I Live No More, But Christ Liveth In Me!