I Hang By A Thread,

If Ye Never Had A Sick Night And A Pained Soul For Sin, Ye Have Not Yet Lighted Upon Christ.

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy

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.

In Our Fluctuations Of Feelings, It Is Well To Remember That Jesus Admits No Change In His Affections; Your Heart Is Not The Compass Jesus Saileth By.

I Had But One Joy, The Apple Of The Eye Of My Delights , To Preach Christ My Lord