I Live No More, But

Our Little Time Of Suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome Home To Heaven.

You Will Not Be Carried To Heaven Lying At Ease Upon A Feather Bed.

Since He Looked Upon Me My Heart Is Not My Own. He Hath Runaway To Heaven With It.

After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open Skies.

We Take Nothing To The Grave With Us, But A Good Or Evil Conscience... It Is True, Terrors Of Conscience Cast Us Down; And Yet Without Terrors Of Conscience We Cannot Be Raised Up Again.