Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

Grow As A Palm-tree On God's Mount Zion; Howbeit Shaken With Winds, Yet The Root Is Fast.

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.

Through Many Afflictions We Must Enter Into The Kingdom Of God ... It Is Folly To Think To Steal To Heaven With A Whole Skin.

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

It Is No Small Comfort That God Hath Written Some Scriptures To You Which He Hath Not To Others. Read These, And Think God Is Like A Friend Who Sendeth A Letter To A Whole House And Family, But Who Speaketh In His Letter To Some By Name That Are Dearest To Him In The House.