Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.

If Christ Jesus be the periode, the end and the lodging-home at the end of your journey, there is no fear ye go to a friend . . . ye may look death in the face with joy.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

Be not cast down. If ye saw Him who is standing on the shore, holding out His arms to welcome you to land, ye would wade, not only through a sea of wrongs, but through hell itself to be with Him.

Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ's part on Himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord's.

I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!

When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.