Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.
Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.
After every storm, there comes clear open skies.
In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.
Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.
Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.