Set No Time To The Lord The

I Live No More, But Christ Liveth In Me!

My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The Wind On Your Face For Christ.

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.

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

Christ's Enemies Are But Breaking Their Own Heads In Pieces, Upon The Rock Laid In Zion; And The Stone Is Not Removed Out Of Its Place. Faith Hath Cause To Take Courage From Our Very Afflictions; The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints. I Know That He But Heweth And Polisheth Stones, All This Time, For The New Jerusalem.