Your Heart Is Not The Compass That

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

Grace Will Ever Speak For Itself And Be Fruitful In Well-doing; The Sanctified, Cross Is A Fruitful Tree.

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!.

Set Not Your Heart Upon The World, Since God Hath Not Made It Your Portion.

Our Little Time Of Suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome Home To Heaven.