We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.