They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

The Bloom Fell Off My Branches And Joy Did Cast Off Its Flower

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.

I Had But One Joy, The Apple Of The Eye Of My Delights , To Preach Christ My Lord

Every Man By Nature Is A Freeman Born; By Nature No Man Cometh Out Of The Womb Under Any Civil Subjection To King, Prince, Or Judge.

When We Shall Come Home, And Enter Into The Possession Of Our Brother's Fair Kingdom, And When Our Heads Shall Find The Weight Of The Eternal Crown Of Glory, Then We Shall Look Back To Pains And Sufferings And Then We Will See Life And Sorrow To Be Less Than One Step Or Stride From A Prison To Glory. Our Little Inch Of Time-suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome-home To Heaven.