Christ And His Cross Are Not Separable

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

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

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

Make Not Christ A Liar In Distrusting His Promise.

Let Your Children Be As So Many Flowers, Borrowed From God. If The Flowers Die Or Wither, Thank God For A Summer Loan Of Them.