We Are As Near To Heaven As

Welcome, Welcome, Cross Of Christ, If Christ Be With It.

There Is No Sweeter Fellowship With Christ Than To Bring Our Wounds And Our Sores To Him.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.

My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep Upon But Omnipotence.

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways