The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose

I Bless The Lord That All Our Troubles Come Through Christ's Fingers, And That He Casteth Sugar Among Them And Casteth In Some Ounce Withts Of Heaven And Of The Spirit Of Glory In Our Cup.

Take Christ In With You Under Your Yoke, And Let Patience Have Her Perfect Work.

It Is Comfort To The Believer That All Things Are Possible.

If Ye Never Had A Sick Night And A Pained Soul For Sin, Ye Have Not Yet Lighted Upon Christ.

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