Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are

Your Heart Is Not The Compass That God Steers By.

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.

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.

The Night Will Close The Door & Fasten My Anchor Within The Veil And I Shall Go Away To Sleep.

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