Feelings come and feelings go, And feelings are deceiving; My warrant is the Word of God-- Naught else is worth believing. Though all my heart should feel condemned For want of some sweet token, There is One greater than my heart Whose Word cannot be broken. I'll trust in God's unchanging Word Till soul and body sever, For, though all things shall pass away, HIS WORD SHALL STAND FOREVER!

The winds are nothing else but good or bad spirits. Hark! how the Devil is puffing and blowing.

Against the flying ball no valor avails.

This grace of God is a very great, strong, mighty and active thing. It does not lie asleep in the soul. Grace hears, leads, drives, draws, changes, works all in man, and lets itself be distinctly felt and experienced. It is hidden, but its works are evident.

Without armaments peace cannot be kept; wars are waged not only to repel injustice but also to establish a firm peace.

The devil is God's ape!

Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God, your functional savior.