Those Who Can Take That Crabbed Tree

Oh Thrice Fools Are We Who Like New-born Princes Weeping In The Cradle Know Not That There Is A Kingdom Before Them Then Let Our Lord's Sweet Hand Square Us And Hammer Us And Strike Off The Knots Of Pride Self-love And World-worship And Infidelity That He May Make Us Stones And Pillars In His Father's House.

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

After Winter Comes The Summer. After Night Comes The Dawn. And After Every Storm, There Comes Clear, Open Skies.

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

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