After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open

No Pen, No Words, No Image Can Express To You The Loveliness Of My Only, Only Lord Jesus.

My Lord Jesus Has Fully Recompensed My Sadness With His Joys, My Losses With His Own Presence. I Find It A Sweet And Rich Thing To Exchange My Sorrows With Christ's Joys, My Afflictions With That Sweet Peace I Have With Himself.

I Think It Is Possible On Earth To Build A Young, New Jerusalem, A Little, New Heaven Of This Surpassing Love. God, Either Send Me More Of This Love, Or Take Me Quickly Over The Water, Where I May Be Filled With His Love.

Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

When I Look To My Guiltiness, I See That My Salvation Is One Of Our Saviour's Greatest Miracles, Either In Heaven Or Earth.