You Will Not Be Carried To Heaven

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.

If Christ Jesus Be The Periode, The End And The Lodging-home At The End Of Your Journey, There Is No Fear Ye Go To A Friend . . . Ye May Look Death In The Face With Joy.

I Desire Now To Make No More Pleas With Christ; Verily, He Hath Not Put Me To A Loss By What I Suffer; He Oweth Me Nothing; For In My Bonds, How Sweet And Comfortable Have The Thoughts Of Him Been To Me, Wherein I Find A Sufficient Recompense Of Reward!.

In Our Fluctuations Of Feelings, It Is Well To Remember That Jesus Admits No Change In His Affections; Your Heart Is Not The Compass Jesus Saileth By.

Verily, We Know Not What An Evil It Is To Indulge Ourselves, And To Make An Idol Of Our Will.