Well's Them Who Are Under Crosses, And

I Seldom Made An Errand To God For Another But I Got Something For Myself.

Set No Time To The Lord The Creator Of Time, For His Time Is Always Best.

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

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

Our Little Time Of Suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome Home To Heaven.