My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.
They lose nothing who gain Christ.
Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.
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.
My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.
Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.