O, what I owe to the file, the hammer, and the furnace of the Lord Jesus! I know that he is no idle husbandman - he purposes a crop.

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

It is comfort to the believer that all things are possible.

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.

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

O, what I owe to the file, the hammer, and the furnace of the Lord Jesus! I know that he is no idle husbandman - he purposes a crop.

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.