Now let me burn out for God.
It is difficult to find another branch of knowledge where a small amount of study produces such great results in increased efficiency in a country where the people rule, as in parliamentary law.
Where there is no law, but every man does what is right in his own eyes, there is the least of real liberty.
The spirit of Christ is the spirit of missions. The nearer we get to Him, the more intensely missionary we become.
I am immortal until God’s work for me to do is done. The Lord reigns.
The power of gentleness is irresistible.
I have rightfully no other business each day but to do God’s work as a servant, constantly regarding His pleasure. May I have grace to live above every human motive, simply with God and to God.
Even if I should never see a native converted, God may design by my patience and continuance in the Word to encourage future missionaries.
God and eternal things are my only pleasure.
I see no business in life but the work of Christ.
My soul, alas, needs these uneasinesses in outward things, to be driven to take refuge in God.
The man who pauses in his honesty wants little of a villain.
How or by what magic is it, that we convey our thoughts to one another with such case and accuracy?