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

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

To believe Christ's cross to be a friend, as he himself is a friend, is also a special act of faith

The weightiest end of the cross of Christ that is laid upon you, lieth upon your strong Savior.

I know you are in grief and heaviness; and if it were not so, you might be afraid, because then your way would not be so like the way that our Lord saith leadeth to the New Jerusalem. Sure I am, if you knew what were before you, or if you saw some glances of it, you would, with gladness, swim through the present floods of sorrow, spreading forth your arms out of desire to be at land.

I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what their Lord is preparing for them.

The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-