I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.

Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

Christ has no velvet crosses.

Set not your heart upon the world, since God hath not made it your portion.