So long as men are compassionate to such a degree that they cannot hear a fly struggling in a spider's web without emotion it can never be reasonably maintained that it is their natural impulse to wound and kill the dumb animals, or to butcher one another in what is called the field of honour.

We serve a gracious Master who knows how to overrule even our mistakes to his glory and our own advantage.

How Sweet the name of Jesus... the rock on which I build, my shield and hiding place, my never failing treasury, filled with boundless stores of grace.

My grand point in preaching is to break the hard heart, and to heal the broken one.

We can easily manage if we will only take, each day, the burden appointed to it. But the load will be too heavy for us if we carry yesterday's burden over again today, and then add the burden of the morrow before we are required to bear it.

Whether men are pleased or not, we will, we must, worship the Lamb that was slain.

Time, by moments, steals away, First the hour, and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years