Every Day We May See

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.

The Great Master Gardener, The Father Of Our Lord Jesus Christ, In A Wonderful Providence, With His Own Hand, Planted Me Here, Where By His Grace, In This Part Of His Vineyard, I Grow; And Here I Will Abide Till The Great Master Of The Vineyard Think Fit To Transplant Me.

Christ And His Cross Are Not Separable In This Life, Howbeit Christ And His Cross Part At Heaven's Door, For There Is No House-room For Crosses In Heaven. One Tear, One Sigh, One Sad Heart, One Fear, One Loss, One Thought Of Trouble Cannot Find Lodging There.

Make Not Christ A Liar In Distrusting His Promise.

Live On Christ's Love While Ye Are Here, And All The Way.