"We plough the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land; But it is fed and watered By 's almighty hand: He sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the sunshine, And soft refreshing rain."

"Rest, weary heart! From all thy silent griefs and secret pain, Thy profitless regrets and longings vain; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, All shall be blessedness and light at last; Cast off the cares that have so long opprest,— Rest, sweetly rest!"

"Rest, weary soul! The penalty is borne, the ransom paid, For all thy sins full satisfaction made; Strive not to do thyself what Christ has done, Claim the free gift, and make the joy thine own. No more by pangs of guilt and fear distrest, Rest, sweetly rest!"

"A most heavenly man with the most lively piety joined with the profoundest humility and ardent concern for the salvation of the people committed to his charge."

"All glory, laud, and honour To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet Hosannas ring."

"The Church’s one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord; She is His new creation By water and the Word."

"’Mid toil and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest."

"I was born, and am like to die in her tottering communion, but I despise her nonsense."

"Jerusalem the golden! With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest: I know not, oh, I know not What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare."

"Weary of earth and laden with my sin, I look at heaven, and long to enter in."

"Conquering kings their titles take From the foes they captive make; Jesus, by a nobler deed, From the thousands He hath freed."

"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pine-logs hither."

"Glory to God in the height of His divinity! Glory to God in the depth of his humanity! Glory to God in His all-sufficiency! Into His hands I commend my spirit."

"Yet Saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, ‘How long?’ And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song."

"In his master’s steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed."

"Good King Wenceslas look'd out On the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp, and even."

"O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel."

"All hail the power of Jesu's name! Let Angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, To crown Him Lord of All."

"Brief life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care: The Life that knows no ending, The tearless Life, is there."

"O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea."

"It sometimes seems to me, with a mixture of admiration and despair, that almost any question one may raise about castles has already been raised, and answered, and often definitively answered, by this remarkable woman in her remarkable book, The Early Norman Castles of the British Isles, and the main reason why the study of early castles and their origins in this country has not got very much further since her day is that she did not leave us very much further to go."

"Run, John, and work, the law commands, Yet finds me neither feet nor hands; But sweeter news the gospel brings, It bids me fly and lends me wings."

"Avoid all controversy in preaching, talking, or writing; preach nothing down but the devil, and nothing up but Jesus Christ."

"Make me like a little child, Simple, teachable, and mild; Seeing only in Thy light; Walking only in Thy might!"

"The sands of time are sinking The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn, awakes. Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwellth In Immanuel's hand"

"No riches from his scanty store My lover could impart He gave a boon I valued more— He gave me all his heart !"

"Pale moon ! thy mild benignant light May glad some other's captive sight Where are the years with pleasure gay How bright their course ! How short their stay !"

"Expression, child of soul! I fondly trace Thy strong enchantment, when the poet's lyre, The painter's pencil cathch thy sacred fire, And beauty wakes for thee her touching grace"

"The Holy Spirit of God dwelling in us, knowing our wants better than we, Himself pleads in our prayers, raising us to higher and holier desires than we can express in words, which can only find utterance in sighings and aspirations."

"Truth does not consist in minute accuracy of detail; but in conveying a right impression."

"Law is king of all."

"My bark is wafted to the strand By breath Divine; And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine."

"Oh, when His wisdom can mistake, His might decay, His love forsake, Then may His children cease to sing, — "The Lord omnipotent is King!""

"Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose. With Thy tend'rest blessing May our eyelids close."

"Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, with the cross of Jesus going on before. Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe; forward into battle see his banners go!"

"Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine, My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end."

"Dear Lord! while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say,— "The Saviour died for me!""

"On Thee alone my hope relies, Beneath Thy cross I fall; My Lord! my Life! my Sacrifice! My Saviour! and my All!"

"Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned, Each drop that fills my daily cup, Thy hand Prescribes for ills none else can understand, All, all is known to Thee."

"Is life's evening long and dreary? Gone the treasures once possessed? Is thy spirit faint and weary? Dost thou long to be at rest? On this sweet promise fix thy sight: "At evening time it shall be light.""

"Blest is my lot, whate'er befall: What can disturb me, who appall, While, as my strength, my rock, my all, Saviour! I cling to Thee?"

"I saw the radiant Queen of Night Walking in brightness through the sky."

"I know that my Redeemer liveth."

"My God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening-star, As that which calls me to Thy feet,— The hour of prayer?"

"Just as I am — Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because Thy promise I believe— O Lamb of God, I come!"

"From human eyes 'tis better to conceal Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel; But oh, this thought can tranquillise and heal, All, all is known to Thee."

"Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee."

"Renew my will from day to day! Blend it with Thine! and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!""

"Wait, then, my soul! submissive wait, Prostrate before His awful seat; And 'mid the terrors of His rod, Trust in a wise and gracious God!"

"Come holy Spirit come! With energy divine; And on this poor benighted soul, With beams of mercy shine."