Every hour of every day, God is richly blessing us; both when we sleep and when we wake His mercy waits upon us.

On Christ, and what he has done, my soul hangs for time and eternity. And if your soul also hangs there, it will be saved as surely as mine shall be. And if you are lost trusting in Christ, I will be lost with you and will go to hell with you. I must do so, for I have nothing else to rely upon but the fact that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, lived, died, was buried, rose again, went to heaven, and still lives and pleads for sinners at the right hand of God.

The Lord gets his best soldiers out of the highlands of affliction.

A child of God should be a visible beatitude for joy and happiness, and a living doxology for gratitude and adoration.

When I have found intense pain relieved, a weary brain soothed, and calm refreshing sleep obtained by a cigar, I have felt grateful to God, and have blessed His name.

Whenever you get one inch above the ground in your own esteem, you are that inch too high!

Oh that I could have the cross painted on my eyeballs, that I could not see anything except through the medium of my Savior’s passion!