There is no faith in seeing, [186].
There is no flock, however watched and tended, [149].
There is no great nor small, [212].
There is no human being, [148].
There is no love like the love of Jesus, [235].
There is no sense, as I can see, [216].
There is no vacant chair, [276].
There is peace in power; the men who speak, [92].
There lives and works a soul in all, [223].
There once was a man who bore a grudge, [78].