If Christ has died for me, I cannot trifle with the evil that killed my best Friend.

God is to be praised with the voice, and the heart should go therewith in holy exultation.

You may readily judge whether you are a child of God or a hypocrite by seeing in what direction your soul turns in seasons of severe trial. The hypocrite flies to the world and finds a sort of comfort there. But the child of God runs to his Father and expects consolation only from the Lord's hand.

Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble, and discovers the angel beneath.

Thankfulness makes much of little.

A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best

Grace does not choose a man and leave him as he is.