I Hang By A Thread, But It

I Exhort You And Beseech You In The Bowels Of Christ, Faint Not, Weary Not. There Is A Great Necessity Of Heaven; Ye Must Needs Have It: All Other Things, As Houses, Lands, Children, Husband, Friends, Country, Credit, Health, Wealth, Honour, May Be Wanted ; But Heaven Is Your One Thing Necessary, The Good Part That Shall Not Be Taken From You. See That You Buy The Field Where The Pearl Is; Sell All And Make A Purchase Of Salvation. Think It Not Easy; For It Is A Steep Ascent To Eternal Glory; Many Are Lying Dead By The Way, That Were Slain With Security.

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways

Make Not Christ A Liar In Distrusting His Promise.

I Pray God That I May Never Find My Will Again. Oh, That Christ Would Subject My Will To His, And Trample It Under His Feet.

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.