The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with his own hand, planted me here, where by his grace, in this part of his vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me.

Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.

Through many afflictions we must enter into the kingdom of God ... It is folly to think to steal to heaven with a whole skin.

If so be that freewill were our tutor, and we had our heaven in our own keeping, then we would lose all. But because we have Christ for our tutor, and He has our heaven in His hand, therefore the covenant it must be perpetual.

I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and funisheth a fairfield to faith to put forth itself, and to exercise its fingers in gripping it seeth not what.

My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.

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