I Hang By A Thread,

There Is No Sweeter Fellowship With Christ Than To Bring Our Wounds And Our Sores To Him.

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

I Pray God That I May Never Find My Will Again. Oh, That Christ Would Subject My Will To His, And Trample It Under His Feet.

I See Christ's Love Is So Kingly, That It Will Not Abide A Marrow It Must Have A Throne All Alone In The Soul.

My Desire Is That My Lord Would Give Me Broader And Deeper Thoughts, To Feed Myself With Wondering At His Love.