Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are

The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is Like Wind And Sails To The Soul.

I Pray God That I May Never Find My Will Again. Oh, That Christ Would Subject My Will To His, And Trample It Under His Feet.

No Created Powers Can Mar Our Lord Jesus' Music, Nor Spill Our Song Of Joy. Let Us Then Be Glad And Rejoice In The Salvation Of Our Lord

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.

Show Yourself A Christian By Suffering Without Murmuring. In Patience Possess Your Soul - They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.