No created powers can mar our Lord Jesus' music, nor spill our song of joy. Let us then be glad and rejoice in the salvation of our Lord

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

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.

Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

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