After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

I think it is possible on earth to build a young, new Jerusalem, a little, new heaven of this surpassing love. God, either send me more of this love, or take me quickly over the water, where I may be filled with his love.

If Christ Jesus be the periode, the end and the lodging-home at the end of your journey, there is no fear ye go to a friend . . . ye may look death in the face with joy.

To believe Christ's cross to be a friend, as he himself is a friend, is also a special act of faith

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

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

Christ and His cross are not separable in this life, howbeit Christ and His cross part at heaven's door, for there is no house-room for crosses in heaven. One tear, one sigh, one sad heart, one fear, one loss, one thought of trouble cannot find lodging there.