You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.

Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.

Well's them who are under crosses, and Christ says to them, "Half Mine."