Your Heart Is Not The Compass That

I Pray God That I May Never Find My Will Again. Oh, That Christ Would Subject My Will To His, And Trample It Under His Feet.

I Hang By A Thread, But It Is (if I May So Speak) Of Christ's Spinning

They Lose Nothing Who Gain Christ.

O, What I Owe To The File, The Hammer, And The Furnace Of The Lord Jesus! I Know That He Is No Idle Husbandman - He Purposes A Crop.

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