Letters

I love Christ's glooms better than the world's worm-eaten joys. Oh, if all the kingdom were as I am, except these bonds! My loss is gain; my sadness joyful; my bonds, liberty; my tears comfortable.

The Bush hath been burning above five thousand years, and we never yet saw the ashes of this fire.

His love has stronger fingers than to let go its grips of us bairns, who cannot go but by such a hold as Christ.

Time cannot change Him in His love. Ye yourself may ebb and flow, rise and fall, wax and wane; but your Lord is this day as He was yesterday. And it is your comfort that your salvation is not rolled upon wheels of your o…