The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is

The Night Will Close The Door & Fasten My Anchor Within The Veil And I Shall Go Away To Sleep.

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

O My Lord Jesus Christ, If I Could Be In Heaven Without Thee, It Would Be Hell; And If I Could Be In Hell, And Have Thee Still, It Would Be Heaven To Me, For Thou Are All The Heaven I Want.

I Had But One Joy, The Apple Of The Eye Of My Delights , To Preach Christ My Lord

After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open Skies.