Grace Grows Best In Winter.

Set No Time To The Lord The Creator Of Time, For His Time Is Always Best.

Set Not Your Heart Upon The World, Since God Hath Not Made It Your Portion.

I Bless The Lord That All Our Troubles Come Through Christ's Fingers, And That He Casteth Sugar Among Them And Casteth In Some Ounce Withts Of Heaven And Of The Spirit Of Glory In Our Cup.

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

O My Lord Jesus Christ, If I Could Be In Heaven Without Thee, It Would Be Hell; And If I Could Be In Hell, And Have Thee Still, It Would Be Heaven To Me, For Thou Are All The Heaven I Want.