After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies. |
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies. |
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay of a dying life. One sight of what my Lord hath let me see within this short time, is worth a world of worlds. |
Come all crosses, welcome, welcome! so I may get my heart full of my Lord Jesus. |
Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy |
Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy |
I desire now to make no more pleas with Christ; verily, he hath not put me to a loss by what I suffer; he oweth me nothing; for in my bonds, how sweet and comfortable have the thoughts of him been to me, wherein I find a sufficient recompense of reward! |
I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself |
I shall think it mercy to my soul, if my faith shall out-watch all this winter-night, and not nod or slumber, till my Lord's summer-day dawn upon me. |
Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby |
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. |
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. |
Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace. |
My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence. |
Of all created comforts, God is the lender; you are the borrower, not the owner |