Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.
My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.
Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.
Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.
Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.
I urge you a nearer communion with Christ, and a growing communion. There are curtains to be opened in Christ that we have never seen before... Therefore dig deep, and sweat, and labor. Take pains for Him, and set aside as much time as you can in each day for Him.