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O, What I Owe To The File, The Hammer, And The Furnace Of The Lord Jesus! I Know That He Is No Idle Husbandman - He Purposes A Crop.

You Shall By Faith Sustain Yourself And Comfort Yourself In Your Lord, And Be Strong In His Power; For You Are In The Beaten And Common Way To Heaven, When You Are Under Our Lord's Crosses. You Have Reason To Rejoice In It, More Than In A Crown Of Gold; And Rejoice And Be Glad To Bear The Reproaches Of Christ.

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.

Live On Christ's Love While Ye Are Here, And All The Way.

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