I Seldom Made An Errand To God

The Weightiest End Of The Cross Of Christ That Is Laid Upon You, Lieth Upon Your Strong Savior.

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

Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.

Christ Chargeth Me To Believe His Daylight At Midnight.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.