Praise God For The Hammer, The File,

Christ Chargeth Me To Believe His Daylight At Midnight.

I See Christ's Love Is So Kingly, That It Will Not Abide A Marrow It Must Have A Throne All Alone In The Soul.

My Faith Has No Bed To Sleep Upon But Omnipotence.

Ye Have Lost A Child--nay, She Is Not Lost To You, Who Is Found To Christ; She Is Not Sent Away, But Only Sent Before; Like Unto A Star, Which Going Out Of Our Sight, Doth Not Die And Vanish, But Shineth In Another Hemisphere.

I Urge You A Nearer Communion With Christ, And A Growing Communion. There Are Curtains To Be Opened In Christ That We Have Never Seen Before... Therefore Dig Deep, And Sweat, And Labor. Take Pains For Him, And Set Aside As Much Time As You Can In Each Day For Him.