Prayer Is A Serious Thing. We May

Some Day You Will Read In The Papers That D.l. Moody Of East Northfield, Is Dead. Don't You Believe A Word Of It! At That Moment I Shall Be More Alive Than I Am Now; I Shall Have Gone Up Higher, That Is All, Out Of This Old Clay Tenement Into A House That Is Immortal-a Body That Death Cannot Touch, That Sin Cannot Taint; A Body Fashioned Like Unto His Glorious Body.

After We Have Made Our Requests Known To Him, Our Language Should Be, "thy Will Be Done". I Would A Thousand Times Rather That Gods' Will Should Be Done Than My Own.

When God Gave Christ To This World, He Gave The Best He Had, And He Wants Us To Do The Same.

There Is The Joy Of One's Own Salvation. I Thought, When I First Tasted That, It Was The Most Delicious Joy I Had Ever Known, And That I Could Never Get Beyond It. But I Found, Afterward, There Was Something More Joyful That, Namely, The Joy Of The Salvation Of Others.

You Can Always Tell When A Man Is A Great Ways From God--he Is Always Talking About Himself, How Good He Is. But The Moment He Sees God By The Eye Of Faith, He Is Down On His Knees, And, Like Job, He Cries, "behold I Am Vile.