I Hang By A Thread, But It

They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

Our Little Time Of Suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome Home To Heaven.

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.

You Shall By Faith Sustain Yourself And Comfort Yourself In Your Lord, And Be Strong In His Power; For You Are In The Beaten And Common Way To Heaven, When You Are Under Our Lord's Crosses. You Have Reason To Rejoice In It, More Than In A Crown Of Gold; And Rejoice And Be Glad To Bear The Reproaches Of Christ.

No Created Powers Can Mar Our Lord Jesus' Music, Nor Spill Our Song Of Joy. Let Us Then Be Glad And Rejoice In The Salvation Of Our Lord