Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.
The weightiest end of the cross of Christ that is laid upon you, lieth upon your strong Savior.
I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.
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 bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.