Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right?

Our days of praise shall ne'er be past While life, and thought, and being last, And immortality endures.

Amid the stirring and manifold activities of the age in which we live, to be neutral in the strife is to rank with the enemies of the Saviour. There is no greater foe to the spread of His cause in the world than the placid indifferentism which is too honorable to betray, while it is too careless or too cowardly to join Him.

All the world over it is true that a double-minded man is unstable in all his ways, like a wave on the streamlet, tossed hither and thither with every eddy of its tide. A determinate purpose in life and a steady adhesion to it through all disadvantages, are indispensable conditions of success.

There is no inevitable connection between Christianity and cynicism. Truth is not a salad, is it, that you must always dress it with vinegar?

There are no trifles in the moral universe of God. Speak me a word to-day ? it shall go ringing on through the ages.

Let it be ours to be self-reliant amidst hosts of the vacillating — real in a generation of triflers — true amongst a multitude of shams when tempted to swerve from principle, sturdy as an oak in its maintenance when solicited by the enticement of sinners, firm as a rock in our denial.

Let a man be firmly principled in his religion, he may travel from the tropics to the poles, it will never catch cold on the journey.

And so the blasts of calumny, howl they ever so fiercely over the good man's head, contribute to his juster appreciation and to his wider fame. Preserve only a good conscience toward God, and a loving purpose toward your fellow men, and you need not wince nor tremble, though the pack of the spaniel-hearted hounds snarl at your heels.

We may not substitute charity for godliness but there is room for the Divine love in the heart which has been touched by the human.

The darkness is not so dense as it was there are faint streaks on the horizon's verge mist is in the valleys, but there is a radiance on the distant hill. It comes nearer--that promise of the day. The clouds roll rapidly away, and they are fringed with amber and gold. It is, it is the blest sunlight that I feel around me--Morning! It is morning!

Don't aim at any impossible heroisms. Strive rather to be quiet in your own sphere. Don't live in the cloudland of some transcendental heaven do your best to bring the glory of a real heaven down, and ray it out upon your fellows in this work-day world.

The gospel proceeds on the basis of universal depravity the gospel assimilates all varieties of human nature into one common experience of guilt and need and helplessness and this is just what you do not like about it.

Labor is the true alchemist that beats out in patient transmutation the baser metals into gold.