Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with his own hand, planted me here, where by his grace, in this part of his vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me.

Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop.

My Lord Jesus has fully recompensed my sadness with his joys, my losses with his own presence. I find it a sweet and rich thing to exchange my sorrows with Christ's joys, my afflictions with that sweet peace I have with himself.

Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.

Show yourself a Christian by suffering without murmuring. In patience possess your soul - they lose nothing who gain Christ.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.