I seldom made an errand to God for another but I got something for myself.
Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.
The weightiest end of the cross of Christ that is laid upon you, lieth upon your strong Savior.
The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.
My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.
Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.