Grow As A Palm-tree On

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

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.

To Believe Christ's Cross To Be A Friend, As He Himself Is A Friend, Is Also A Special Act Of Faith

I Bless The Lord That All Our Troubles Come Through Christ's Fingers, And That He Casteth Sugar Among Them And Casteth In Some Ounce Withts Of Heaven And Of The Spirit Of Glory In Our Cup.

Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows Best In Winter Weather, And Under Storms Of Affliction.