Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are

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

The Cross Of Christ Is The Sweetest Burden That I Ever Bore; It Is Such A Burden As Wings Are To A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship, To Carry Me Forward To My Harbor.

My Lord Jesus Has Fully Recompensed My Sadness With His Joys, My Losses With His Own Presence. I Find It A Sweet And Rich Thing To Exchange My Sorrows With Christ's Joys, My Afflictions With That Sweet Peace I Have With Himself.

Grace Will Ever Speak For Itself And Be Fruitful In Well-doing; The Sanctified, Cross Is A Fruitful Tree.

When I Look To My Guiltiness, I See That My Salvation Is One Of Our Saviour's Greatest Miracles, Either In Heaven Or Earth.