When I am weak then am I strong, Grace is my shield and Christ my Song.

It is said that our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.

Doth not all nature around me praise God? If I were silent, I should be an exception to the universe. Doth not the thunder praise Him as it rolls like drums in the march of the God of armies? Do not the mountains praise Him when the woods upon their summits wave in adoration? Doth not the lightning write His name in letters of fire? Hath not the whole earth a voice? And shall I, can I, silent be?

His eyes never slumber, and His hands never rest; His heart never ceases to beat with love, and His shoulders are never weary of carrying His people's burdens.

As the rain soaks into the ground, so pray the Lord to let his gospel soak into your soul.

Obedience to the will of God is the pathway to perpetual honor and everlasting joy.

When we bless God for mercies, we usually prolong them. When we bless God for miseries, we usually end them. Praise is the honey of life which a devout heart extracts from every bloom of providence and grace.