Music is a fair and glorious gift of God. I am strongly persuaded that after theology, there is no art which can be placed on the level with music.

Dearest Jesus, holy child, make thee a bed, soft, undefiled, within my heart, that it may be a quiet chamber kept for thee.

I maintain that some Jew wrote it who probably heard about Christian people but never encountered any.

Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved.

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing: our helper He amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.

If I did not see that the Lord kept watch over the ship, I should long since have abandoned the helm. But I see Him! - through the storm, strengthening the tackling, handling the yards, spreading the sails - yes more, commanding the very winds! Should I not be a coward if I abandoned my post? Let Him govern, let Him carry us forward, let Him hasten or delay; we will fear nothing!

Obedience is the crown and honour of all virtue.