What is there wanting to make me happy? Nothing, if I can but be as thankful as I ought.

He that tells a long story should take care that it be not made a long story by his manner of telling it.

A sickness that leads the way to everlasting life is better than the health of an antediluvian.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up His bright designs And works His sov’reign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

The deceitfulness of the natural heart is inconceivable.

We pray that you may early prove The Spirit’s power to teach; You cannot be too young to love That Jesus whom we preach.

Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet— Lay me low, and keep me there. - William Cowper

One of my absolute favorites: God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up His bright designs And works His sov’reign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. William Cowper

It is the divinity of St. Paul, and of St. Paul’s Master, who met him in his way to Damascus.