It Is Comfort To The Believer That

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

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, Slain With Security.

My Lord Jesus Has Fully Recompensed My Sadness With His Joys, My Losses With His Own Presence. I Find It A Sweet And Rich Thing To Exchange My Sorrows With Christ's Joys, My Afflictions With That Sweet Peace I Have With Himself.

How Soon Would Faith Freeze Without A Cross!

Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows Best In Winter Weather, And Under Storms Of Affliction.