What we count the ills of life are often blessings in disguise, resulting in good to us in the end. Though for the present not joyous but grievous, yet, if received in a right spirit, they work out fruits of righteousness for us at last.
The grace that saves them is the free undeserved goodness and favor of God.
The Bible is a letter God has sent to us; prayer is a letter we send to him.
Holy joy will be oil to the wheels of our obedience.
Prayer time must be kept up as duly as meal-time.
When I cannot enjoy the faith of assurance, I live by the faith of adherence.