The resurrection morning is a true sun-rising, the inbursting of a cloudless sky on all the righteous dead. They wake transfigured, at their Maker's call, with the fashion of their countenance altered and shining like His own. — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
We are to work after no set fashion of high endeavor; but to walk with Jesus, performing, as it were, a ministry on foot, that we may stop at the humblest matter, and prove our fidelity there. — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Be sure that Christ is not behind you, but before, calling and drawing you on. This is the liberty, the beautiful liberty of Christ.… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Nature has no promise for society, least of all, any remedy for sin. — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Christ's sacrifice stands in glorious proportions with the work to be done. Nothing else or less would suffice. It is a work supernatural, transacted… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
It doth not yet appear what we shall be. We lie here in our nest, unfledged and weak, guessing dimly at our future, and… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
However dark our lot may be, there is light enough on the other side of the cloud, in that pure empyrean where God dwells,… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Live as with God; and, whatever be your calling, pray for the gift that will perfectly qualify you in it. — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
When has the world seen a phenomenon like this? a lonely uninstructed youth, coming from amid the moral darkness of Galilee, even more distinct from His age, and from every thing around Him, than a Plato would be rising up in some wild tribe in Oregon, assuming thus a position at the head of the world and maintaining it, for… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share
Great occasions rally great principles, and brace the mind to a lofty bearing, a bearing that is even above itself. But trials that make no occasion at all, leave it to show the goodness and beauty it has in its own disposition. And here precisely is the superhuman glory of Christ as a character, that He is just as perfect,… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share
