When we ask of the Lord coolly, and not fervently, we do as it were, stop His hand, and restrain Him from giving us the very blessing we "pretend" that we are seeking.

Is there nothing to sing about to-day? Then borrow a song from tomorrow; sing of what is yet to be. Is this world dreary? Then think of the next.

Faith obliterates time, annihilates distance, and brings future things at once into its possession.

It is, perhaps, one of the hardest struggles of the Christian life to learn this sentence-- "Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name be glory."

Do not fret over your heavy troubles, for they are the heralds of weighty mercies.

You will never glory in God till first of all God has killed your glorying in yourself.

It is wonderful how God works by our hands, and yet His own hand does it all.