If We Live In Peace Ourselves, We

Love Him, And Keep Him For Thy Friend, Who, When All Go Away, Will Not Forsake Thee, Nor Suffer Thee To Perish At The Last.

He Will Be With You Also, All The Way, That Faithful God. Every Morning When You Awaken To The Old And Tolerable Pain, At Every Mile Of The Hot Uphill Dusty Road Of Tiring Duty, On To The Judgment Seat, The Same Christ There As Ever, Still Loving You, Still Sufficient For You, Even Then. And Then, On Through All Eternity.

The Glory Of The Good Is In Their Consciences, And Not In The Tongues Of Men.

Therefore, A Man Ought To Root Himself So Firmly In God That He Will Not Need The Consolations Of Men.

Love Feels No Burden, Thinks Nothing Of Trouble, Attempts What Is Above Its Strength, Pleads No Excuse Of Impossibility; For It Thinks All Things Lawful For Itself, And All Things Possible.