Christ Seeketh Your Help In Your Place;

If Christ Jesus Be The Periode, The End And The Lodging-home At The End Of Your Journey, There Is No Fear Ye Go To A Friend . . . Ye May Look Death In The Face With Joy.

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.

Ye Have Lost A Child--nay, She Is Not Lost To You, Who Is Found To Christ; She Is Not Sent Away, But Only Sent Before; Like Unto A Star, Which Going Out Of Our Sight, Doth Not Die And Vanish, But Shineth In Another Hemisphere.

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

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