Set Not Your Heart Upon

Every Day We May See Some New Thing In Christ. His Love Hath Neither Brim Nor Bottom.

It Is Comfort To The Believer That All Things Are Possible.

After Winter Comes The Summer. After Night Comes The Dawn. And After Every Storm, There Comes Clear, Open Skies.

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

Consider, It Is Impossible That Your Idol Sins And You Can Go To Heaven Together; And That Those Who Will Not Part With These Do Not Indeed Love Christ At The Bottom, But Only In Word And Show, Which Will Not Do The Business.