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

Howbeit your faith seeth but the black side of providence, yet it hath a better side, and God shall let you see it. ... “For we know that all things work together for good to them that love God,” ergo, shipwreck, losses, &c., work together for the good of them that love God: hence I infer, that losses, disappointments, ill tongues, loss of friends, houses, or country, are God's workmen, set on work to work out good to you, out of everything that befalleth you.

My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

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

Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.

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