But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig-tree; and none shall make them afraid.
Eternal God, may I look to the Pilgrims and learn that to pray by faith with the heart is not to pray by faith of the imagination. Help me to pray, and have faith to struggle for that which I would rightfully have. Amen.
God is never so far off as even to be near-- He is within: Our spirit is the home he holds most dear. To think of him as by our side is almost as untrue As to remove his throne beyond the starry blue.
Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be-- Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
My Father, may I consider the place in which I stand: and may I not be deceived in thinking I am near thee while I am living far away. Teach me the way to draw nearer to thee each day, until my spirit may continually dwell with thee. Amen.
The man who has no refuge in himself, who lives, so to speak, in his front rooms, in the outer whirlwind of things and opinions, is not properly a personality at all; ... he is one of a crowd.
Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour, And in the depths of heavenly peace reclined, Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power-- Thoughts that ascend, like angels beautiful.
The art of meditation may be exercised at all hours and in all places; and men of genius in their walks, at table, and amidst assemblies, turning the eye of the mind inward, can form an artificial solitude; retired amidst a crowd, calm amidst distractions, and wise amidst folly.
Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.
Heavenly Father, save me from being so poor in spirit, that I will have to be sustained by the bright spirits of others. May I be continually refreshed by the spirit of life that may be found at all times. Amen.
Unless there is a predominating and overmastering purpose to which all the accessories and incidents of life contribute, the character will be weak, irresolute, uncertain.
Life is not an idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And battered with the shocks of doom To shape and use.