Think It Not Hard If You Get

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.

Grace Grows Best In Winter.

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

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy

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.