Millions Of Hells Of Sinners

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.

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

When We Shall Come Home, And Enter Into The Possession Of Our Brother's Fair Kingdom, And When Our Heads Shall Find The Weight Of The Eternal Crown Of Glory, Then We Shall Look Back To Pains And Sufferings And Then We Will See Life And Sorrow To Be Less Than One Step Or Stride From A Prison To Glory. Our Little Inch Of Time-suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome-home To Heaven.

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

He Who Duly Esteemeth Christ, Is A Noble Bidder, And So A Noble And Liberal Buyer.