The Puritans were accustomed to explain faith by the word 'recumbency.' It meant leaning upon a thing. Lean with all your weight upon Christ. It would be a better illustration still if I said, fall at full length, and lie on the Rock of Ages.

We fear not God because of any compulsion; our faith is no fetter, our profession is no bondage, we are not dragged to holiness, nor driven to duty. No, our piety is our pleasure, our hope is our happiness, our duty is our delight.

We see his smile of love even when others see nothing but the black hand of death smiting our best beloved.

To reclaim the prodigal is well, but to save him from ever being a prodigal is better.

Our misery is that we thirst so little for these sublime things, and so much for the mocking trifles of time and space.

Most of the grand truths of God have to be learned by trouble; they must be burned into us with the hot iron of affliction, otherwise we shall not truly receive them.

Children will imitate their fathers in their vices, seldom in their repentance.