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

After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

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

The cross of Christ is the sweetest burden that I ever bore; it is such a burden as wings are to a bird, or sails to a ship, to carry me forward to my harbor.

There is as much in our Lord's pantry as will satisfy all his children and as much wine in his cellar as will quench all their thirst. Hunger on, for there is meat in hungering for Christ; go never from him, but seek him who is yet pleased with the importunity of hungry souls until he fills you; if he delays, yet do not go away, even if you faint at his feet.

We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.