Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

He rules the world with truth and grace, and makes the nations prove, the glories of His righteousness and wonders of His love.

Vice and virtue chiefly imply the relation of our actions to men in this world; sin and holiness rather imply their relation to God and the other world.

There's no repentance in the grave.

A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.

I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.