Set Not Your Heart Upon

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.

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways

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

My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep Upon But Omnipotence.

Keep God's Covenant In Your Trials; Hold You By His Blessed Word, And Sin Not; Flee Anger, Wrath, Grudging, Envying, Fretting; Forgive A Hundred Pence To Your Fellow-servant, Because Your Lord Hath Forgiven You Ten Thousand Talents: For, I Assure You By The Lord, Your Adversaries Shall Get No Advantage Against You, Except You Sin, And Offend Your Lord, In Your Sufferings.