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Kind Words Produce Happiness. How Often Have We Ourselves Been Made Happy By Kind Words, In A Manner And To An Extent Which We Are Unable To Explain!

Ye Heavens, How Sang They In Your Courts, How Sang The Angelic Choir That Day, When From His Tomb The Imprisoned God, Like The Strong Sunrise, Broke Away?

Eternity Will Not Be Long Enough To Learn All He Is, Or To Praise Him For All He Has Done, But Then, That Matters Not; For We Shall Be Always With Him, And We Desire Nothing More.

We Can Exaggerate About Many Things; But We Can Never Exaggerate Our Obligation To Jesus, Or The Compassionate Abundance Of The Love Of Jesus To Us. All Our Lives Long We Might Talk Of Jesus, And Yet We Should Never Come To An End Of The Sweet Things That Might Be Said Of Him.

We Must Remember That If All The Manifestly Good Men Were On One Side And All The Manifestly Bad Men On The Other, There Would Be No Danger Of Anyone, Least Of All The Elect, Being Deceived By Lying Wonders. It Is The Good Men, Good Once, We Must Hope Good Still, Who Are To Do The Work Of Anti-christ And So Sadly To Crucify The Lord Afresh.... Bear In Mind This Feature Of The Last Days, That This Deceitfulness Arises From Good Men Being On The Wrong Side.