The Night Will Close The Door &

The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is Like Wind And Sails To The Soul.

Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.

How Soon Would Faith Freeze Without A Cross!

There Is Nothing Left To Us But To See How We May Be Approved Of Him, And How We May Roll The Weight Of Our Weak Souls In Well-doing Upon Him, Who Is God Omnipotent.

There Is Nothing That Will Make You A Christian Indeed, But A Taste Of The Sweetness Of Christ.