If Ye Never Had A Sick Night

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.

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

O My Lord Jesus Christ, If I Could Be In Heaven Without Thee, It Would Be Hell; And If I Could Be In Hell, And Have Thee Still, It Would Be Heaven To Me, For Thou Are All The Heaven I Want.

I Had But One Joy, The Apple Of The Eye Of My Delights , To Preach Christ My Lord

Faith's Speculations To The Worst And Hardest, In Point Of Resolution, Are Sweet.