They Lose Nothing Who Gain

See That You Buy The Field Where The Pearl Is; Sell All, And Make A Purchase Of Salvation. Think It Not Easy: For It Is A Steep Ascent To Eternal Glory: Many Are Lying Dead By The Way, Slain With Security.

Millions Of Hells Of Sinners Cannot Come Near To Exhaust Infinite Grace.

Grow As A Palm-tree On God's Mount Zion; Howbeit Shaken With Winds, Yet The Root Is Fast.

We Take Nothing To The Grave With Us, But A Good Or Evil Conscience... It Is True, Terrors Of Conscience Cast Us Down; And Yet Without Terrors Of Conscience We Cannot Be Raised Up Again.

The Great Master Gardener, The Father Of Our Lord Jesus Christ, In A Wonderful Providence, With His Own Hand, Planted Me Here, Where By His Grace, In This Part Of His Vineyard, I Grow; And Here I Will Abide Till The Great Master Of The Vineyard Think Fit To Transplant Me.