Make Not Christ A Liar

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

Live On Christ's Love While Ye Are Here, And All The Way.

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.

They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

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