The power of gentleness is irresistible.

Even if I should never see a native converted, God may design by my patience and continuance in the Word to encourage future missionaries.

I am immortal until God's work for me to do is done. The Lord reigns.

I see no business in life but the work of Christ.

My soul, alas, needs these uneasinesses in outward things, to be driven to take refuge in God.

I have rightfully no other business each day but to do God's work as a servant, constantly regarding His pleasure. May I have grace to live above every human motive, simply with God and to God.

How or by what magic is it, that we convey our thoughts to one another with such case and accuracy?