Stories meant to explain away the truth of Jesus' resurrection
There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son
The anthem of praise is to ring out from heaven above, and to be answered from the earth below.
God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other. That is why it is just no good asking God to make us happy in our own way without bothering about religion. God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.
The mortar wherein garlic has been stamped will smell of it; so all our actions will savor something of the old man.
When peace like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well, with my soul.