How Soon Would Faith Freeze Without A

My Dear Brother, Let God Make Of You What He Will, He Will End All With Consolation, And Shall Make Glory Out Of Your Suffering.

O, What I Owe To The File, The Hammer, And The Furnace Of The Lord Jesus! I Know That He Is No Idle Husbandman - He Purposes A Crop.

You Will Not Be Carried To Heaven Lying At Ease Upon A Feather Bed.

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy

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