Thanks be to God, not--only for 'rivers of endless joys above, but for 'rills of comfort here below.'

Our prayers run along one road and God's answers by another, and by and by they meet.

Let me beg you, not to rest contented with the commonplace religion that is now so prevalent.

We prefer one room in Rangoon to six in Boston. We feel that we are highly blessed.

No mind, no wisdom--tempora ry mind, temporary wisdom--eternal mind, eternal wisdom.

God loves importunate prayer so much that He will not give us much blessing without it.

After many painful trials, which none can know, but those who are taught to relinquish a system in which they had been educated, I settled down in the full persuasion, that the immersion of a professing believer in Christ is the only Christian baptism.