Grace Grows Best In Winter.

Welcome, Welcome, Cross Of Christ, If Christ Be With It.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.

You Must Take A House Beside The Physician. It Will Be A Miracle If Ye Be The First Sick That Christ Hath Put Away Uncured.

The Night Will Close The Door & Fasten My Anchor Within The Veil And I Shall Go Away To Sleep.

Grow As A Palm-tree On God's Mount Zion; Howbeit Shaken With Winds, Yet The Root Is Fast.