The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is

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.

Grace Grows Best In Winter.

Take Christ In With You Under Your Yoke, And Let Patience Have Her Perfect Work.

Grace Will Ever Speak For Itself And Be Fruitful In Well-doing; The Sanctified, Cross Is A Fruitful Tree.

Verily, We Know Not What An Evil It Is To Indulge Ourselves, And To Make An Idol Of Our Will.