His is a loving, tender hand, full of sympathy and compassion.

Earth recedes, Heaven opens before me. If this is death, it is sweet! There is no valley here. God is calling me, and I must go.

As I go into a cemetery I like to think of the time when the dead shall rise from their graves. ... Thank God, our friends are not buried; they are only sown!

A rule I have had for years is: to treat the Lord Jesus Christ as a personal friend. His is not a creed, a mere doctrine, but it is He Himself we have.

God will honor our faith.

I'm not tired of the work... I'm tired in the work.

If you have so much business to attend to that you have no time to pray, depend upon it that you have more business on hand than God ever intended you should have.