My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The

The Weightiest End Of The Cross Of Christ That Is Laid Upon You, Lieth Upon Your Strong Savior.

My Dear Brother, Let God Make Of You What He Will, He Will End All With Consolation, And Shall Make Glory Out Of Your Suffering.

Since He Looked Upon Me My Heart Is Not My Own. He Hath Runaway To Heaven With It.

I Live No More, But Christ Liveth In Me!

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy