In agony unknown He bleeds away His life; in terrible throes He exhausts His soul. "Eloi! Eloi! lama sabachthani?" And then see! they pierce His side, and forthwith runneth out blood and water! This is the shedding of blood, the terrible pouring out of blood, without which, for you and the whole human race, there is no remission.

These heavy troubles are heralds of weighty mercies.

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

There is a general kind of praying which fails for lack of precision. It is as if a regiment of soldiers should all fire off their guns anywhere. Possibly somebody would be killed, but the majority of the enemy would be missed.

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

The full he empties, and the empty he fills.

Too many people write their blessings in the sand but engrave their sorrows in marble