The Work That Is Done In Love

Every Object In Nature Is Impressed With God's Footsteps, And Every Day Repeats The Wonders Of Creation. There Is Not An Object, Be It Pebble Or Pearl, Weed Or Rose, The Flower-spangled Sward Beneath, Or The Star-spangled Sky Above, Not A Worm Or An Angel, A Drop Of Water Or A Boundless Ocean, In Which Intelligence May Not Discern, And Piety Adore, The Providence Of Him Who Took Our Nature That He Might Save Our Souls.

More Tears Are Shed In Playhouses Than In Churches.

Heaven Is The Day Of Which Grace Is The Dawn; The Rich, Ripe Fruit Of Which Grace Is The Lovely Flower; The Inner Shrine Of That Most Glorious Temple To Which Grace Forms The Approach And Outer Court.

Lord, What Wilt Thou Have Me To Do?

If You Find Yourself Loving Any Pleasure More Than Your Prayers, Any Book Better Than The Bible, Any House Better Than The House Of The Lord, Any Table Better Than The Lord's Table, Any Persons Better Than Christ, Or Any Indulgence Better Than The Hope Of Heaven – Be Alarmed.