Welcome, Welcome, Cross Of Christ, If Christ

I Hang By A Thread, But It Is (if I May So Speak) Of Christ's Spinning

It Is Comfort To The Believer That All Things Are Possible.

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

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