Every Day We May See

I Live No More, But Christ Liveth In Me!

I Wonder Many Times That Ever A Child Of God Should Have A Sad Heart, Considering What Their Lord Is Preparing For Them.

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

You Will Not Be Carried To Heaven Lying At Ease Upon A Feather Bed.

The Cross Of Christ Is The Sweetest Burden That I Ever Bore; It Is Such A Burden As Wings Are To A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship, To Carry Me Forward To My Harbor.