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Since He Looked Upon Me My Heart Is Not My Own. He Hath Runaway To Heaven With It.

My Dear Brother, Let God Make Of You What He Will, He Will End All With Consolation, And Shall Make Glory Out Of Your Suffering.

I Wonder Many Times That Ever A Child Of God Should Have A Sad Heart, Considering What Their Lord Is Preparing For Them.

The Bloom Fell Off My Branches And Joy Did Cast Off Its Flower

Make Not Christ A Liar In Distrusting His Promise.