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

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.

I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.

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.

We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.