My Faith Has No Bed

There Is Nothing Left To Us But To See How We May Be Approved Of Him, And How We May Roll The Weight Of Our Weak Souls In Well-doing Upon Him, Who Is God Omnipotent.

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.

It Is Certain That This Is Not Only Good Which The Almighty Has Done, But That It Is Best; He Hath Reckoned All Your Steps To Heaven.

I Think It Is Possible On Earth To Build A Young, New Jerusalem, A Little, New Heaven Of This Surpassing Love. God, Either Send Me More Of This Love, Or Take Me Quickly Over The Water, Where I May Be Filled With His Love.

If Christ Jesus Be The Periode, The End And The Lodging-home At The End Of Your Journey, There Is No Fear Ye Go To A Friend . . . Ye May Look Death In The Face With Joy.