Stray Thoughts

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Anything with Thy smile. Anything but Thy frown.
Blessed be His name, it is part of His covenant to visit us with the rod, little as we may be worthy of it.
Did I not think my Teacher as faithful as He is infallible, there is no book I should so fear to handle as the book of God.
The hottest of all furnaces in which He tries faith is that heated with our own sins.
There is something sweet in being pruned by a wounded hand.
Have you ever marked His steps, His gentleness, when bringing a painful message?
It is almost worth having a wound to prove how tenderly He heals.
Oh! what sweet truths He often whispers to His saints from behind clouds.