I Seldom Made An Errand

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.

You Must Take A House Beside The Physician. It Will Be A Miracle If Ye Be The First Sick That Christ Hath Put Away Uncured.

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.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.

There Is No Sweeter Fellowship With Christ Than To Bring Our Wounds And Our Sores To Him.