Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

To believe Christ's cross to be a friend, as he himself is a friend, is also a special act of faith

Christ has no velvet crosses.

O, what I owe to the file, the hammer, and the furnace of the Lord Jesus! I know that he is no idle husbandman - he purposes a crop.

Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.

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.

If Christ Jesus be the periode, the end and the lodging-home at the end of your journey, there is no fear ye go to a friend . . . ye may look death in the face with joy.