Grace Grows Best In Winter.

Every Day We May See Some New Thing In Christ. His Love Hath Neither Brim Nor Bottom.

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

Christ's Enemies Are But Breaking Their Own Heads In Pieces, Upon The Rock Laid In Zion; And The Stone Is Not Removed Out Of Its Place. Faith Hath Cause To Take Courage From Our Very Afflictions; The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints. I Know That He But Heweth And Polisheth Stones, All This Time, For The New Jerusalem.

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.

He Who Duly Esteemeth Christ, Is A Noble Bidder, And So A Noble And Liberal Buyer.