Christ Seeketh Your Help In Your Place;

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

Make Not Christ A Liar In Distrusting His Promise.

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.

Why Should I Tremble At The Plough Of My Lord, That Maketh Deep Furrows On My Soul? I Know He Is No Idle Husbandman, He Purposeth A Crop.

No Pen, No Words, No Image Can Express To You The Loveliness Of My Only, Only Lord Jesus.