There Is No Sweeter Fellowship

I Desire Now To Make No More Pleas With Christ; Verily, He Hath Not Put Me To A Loss By What I Suffer; He Oweth Me Nothing; For In My Bonds, How Sweet And Comfortable Have The Thoughts Of Him Been To Me, Wherein I Find A Sufficient Recompense Of Reward!.

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

You Must Take A House Beside The Physician. It Will Be A Miracle If Ye Be The First Sick That Christ Hath Put Away Uncured.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.

Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.