God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs

Absence of occupation is not rest.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

The parable of the prodigal son, the most beautiful fiction that ever was invented; our Saviour's speech to His disciples, with which He closed His earthly ministrations, full of the sublimest dignity and tenderest affection, surpass everything that I ever read; and like the spirit by which they were dictated, fly directly to the heart.

Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense? I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.