Millions Of Hells Of Sinners Cannot Come

There Is Nothing Left To Us But To See How We May Be Approved Of Him, And How We May Roll The Weight Of Our Weak Souls In Well-doing Upon Him, Who Is God Omnipotent.

My Dear Brother, Let God Make Of You What He Will, He Will End All With Consolation, And Shall Make Glory Out Of Your Suffering.

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

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.

Set Not Your Heart Upon The World, Since God Hath Not Made It Your Portion.