Your Heart Is Not The Compass That

I Seldom Made An Errand To God For Another But I Got Something For Myself.

Live On Christ's Love While Ye Are Here, And All The Way.

Millions Of Hells Of Sinners Cannot Come Near To Exhaust Infinite Grace.

I Hang By A Thread, But It Is (if I May So Speak) Of Christ's Spinning

It Is The Lord's Kindness That He Will Take The Scum Off Us In The Fire. Who Know How Needful Winnowing Is To Us And What Dross We Have Before We Enter The Kingdom Of God? So Narrow Is The Entry To Heaven That Our Knots, Lumps Of Pride, Self-love, Idol-love, And World-love Must Be Hammered Off Us, That We May Stoop Low And Creep Through Into That Narrow Entry.