The grace of God, says Luther, "is like a flying summer shower." It has fallen upon more than one land, and passed on. Judea had it, and lies barren and dry. These Asiatic coasts had it, and flung it away.

Do not let the loud utterances of your own wills anticipate, nor drown, the still, small voice in which God speaks. Bridle impatience till He does. If you cannot hear His whisper, wait till you do. Take care of running before you are sent. Keep your wills in equipoise till God's hand gives the impulse and direction.

Let the current of your being set towards God, then your life will be filled and calmed by one master-passion which unites and stills the soul.

That which of all things unfits man for the reception of Christ as a Savior, is not gross profligacy and outward, vehement transgression, but it is self-complacency, fatal self-righteousness and self-sufficiency.

Seek to cultivate a buoyant, joyous sense of the crowded kindnesses of God in your daily life.

Faith is the sight of the inward eye.

Fruitful and acceptable worship begins before it begins.