“So it is the great end of Christian living to transmute the light of truth into the fruits of holy living.”

It is only the lean creature whose bones become offensive.

The Lord Himself is our vesture.

There has been a fresh effusion of the Spirit.

But there is nothing you can do until you pray.

To overpower and subdue and lead captive these wayward .

We are so to enter into Him by communion.

Doctrine is the frame-work of life.

Not simply the beauty of His holiness or the graces of His character, are we to put on as a garment.

The Holy Spirit, not the pope, is the vicar of Christ on earth.

As they see our garments when they look upon our bodies.

And truant affections of the natural heart – this is what is needed.

There is more you can do after you pray.

It is the great work of nature to transmute sunlight into life.

Sorrow is only one of the lower notes in the oratorio of our blessedness.

A mightier love for the Son of God.

Whenever, in any century, whether in a single heart or in a company of believers.