Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.
Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.
Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.
Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.
Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.