Grow As A Palm-tree On

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.

Well's Them Who Are Under Crosses, And Christ Says To Them, "half Mine."

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

Many Are Friends To The Success Of Reformation, Not To Reformation.

When We Shall Come Home, And Enter Into The Possession Of Our Brother's Fair Kingdom, And When Our Heads Shall Find The Weight Of The Eternal Crown Of Glory, Then We Shall Look Back To Pains And Sufferings And Then We Will See Life And Sorrow To Be Less Than One Step Or Stride From A Prison To Glory. Our Little Inch Of Time-suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome-home To Heaven.