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

Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.

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.

You will not get to steal quietly into heaven, into Christ's company, without a conflict and a cross. I find crosses to be Christ's carved work that he marks out for us and that with crosses he portraits us to his own image, cutting away pieces of our ill and corruption. Lord cut - Lord carve - Lord wound - Lord do anything that may perfect thy Father's image in us and make us ready for glory.

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.

I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.

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