Grow As A Palm-tree On

No Created Powers Can Mar Our Lord Jesus' Music, Nor Spill Our Song Of Joy. Let Us Then Be Glad And Rejoice In The Salvation Of Our Lord

The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints.-

Christ's Enemies Are But Breaking Their Own Heads In Pieces, Upon The Rock Laid In Zion; And The Stone Is Not Removed Out Of Its Place. Faith Hath Cause To Take Courage From Our Very Afflictions; The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints. I Know That He But Heweth And Polisheth Stones, All This Time, For The New Jerusalem.

I Find My Lord Jesus Cometh Not In The Precise Way That I Lay Wait For Him. He Hath A Manner Of His Own. Oh, How High Are His Ways Above My Ways

My Lord Jesus Has Fully Recompensed My Sadness With His Joys, My Losses With His Own Presence. I Find It A Sweet And Rich Thing To Exchange My Sorrows With Christ's Joys, My Afflictions With That Sweet Peace I Have With Himself.