The Bloom Fell Off My Branches And

Through Many Afflictions We Must Enter Into The Kingdom Of God ... It Is Folly To Think To Steal To Heaven With A Whole Skin.

I Wonder Many Times That Ever A Child Of God Should Have A Sad Heart, Considering What Their Lord Is Preparing For Them.

There Is Nothing That Will Make You A Christian Indeed, But A Taste Of The Sweetness Of Christ.

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

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways