Christ Within Us, The Hope Of Glory.

This Is The True Liberty Of Christ, When A Free Man Binds Himself In Love To Duty. Not In Shrinking From Our Distasteful Occupations, But In Fulfilling Them, Do We Realize Our High Origin.

Mourning After An Absent God Is An Evidence Of A Love As Strong, As Rejoicing In A Present One.

Humility Is That Simple, Inner Life Of Real Greatness, Which Is Indifferent To Magnificence, And, Surrounded By It All, Lives Far Away In The Distant Country Of A Father's Home, With The Cross Borne Silently And Self-sacrificingly In The Heart Of Hearts.

To Believe Is To Be Happy; To Doubt Is To Be Wretched. To Believe Is To Be Strong. Doubt Cramps Energy. Belief Is Power. Only So Far As A Man Believes Strongly, Mightily, Can He Act Cheerfully, Or Do Any Thing That Is Worth The Doing.

We Are Too Much Haunted By Ourselves, Projecting The Central Shadow Of Self On Everything Around Us. And Then Comes The Gospel To Rescue Us From This Selfishness. Redemption Is This, To Forget Self In God.