Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.
Henry Ward BeecherWhen our children die, we drop them into the unknown, shuddering with fear. We know that they go out from us, and we stand, and pity, and wonder.
Henry Ward BeecherThou, Everlasting Strength, hast set Thyself forth to bear our burdens. May we bear Thy cross, and bearing that; find there is nothing else to bear; and touching that cross, find that instead of taking away our strength, it adds thereto. Give us faith for darkness, for trouble, for sorrow, for bereavement, for disappointment; give us a faith that will abide though the earth itself should pass away--a faith for living, a faith for dying.
Henry Ward BeecherIf Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.
Henry Ward Beecher