I Live No More, But Christ Liveth

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

When We Shall Come Home, And Enter Into The Possession Of Our Brother's Fair Kingdom, And When Our Heads Shall Find The Weight Of The Eternal Crown Of Glory, Then We Shall Look Back To Pains And Sufferings And Then We Will See Life And Sorrow To Be Less Than One Step Or Stride From A Prison To Glory. Our Little Inch Of Time-suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome-home To Heaven.

Christ Seeketh Your Help In Your Place; Give Him Your Hand.

Christ And His Cross Are Not Separable In This Life, Howbeit Christ And His Cross Part At Heaven's Door, For There Is No House-room For Crosses In Heaven. One Tear, One Sigh, One Sad Heart, One Fear, One Loss, One Thought Of Trouble Cannot Find Lodging There.

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