Since He Looked Upon Me

In Our Fluctuations Of Feelings, It Is Well To Remember That Jesus Admits No Change In His Affections; Your Heart Is Not The Compass Jesus Saileth By.

Grace Grows Best In Winter.

When The Race Is Ended, And The Play Is Either Won Or Lost, And Ye Are In The Utmost Circle And Border Of Time, And Shall Put Your Foot Within The March Of Eternity, All The Good Things Of Your Short Nightdream Shall Seem To You Like Ashes Of A Blaze Of Thorns Or Straw.

I Have Been Benefited By Praying For Others; For By Making An Errand To God For Them I Have Gotten Something For Myself.

Desires Going Before Conversion Are Not Such As Can Calm A Storming Conscience.