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
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… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Great occasions rally great principles, and brace the mind to a lofty bearing, a bearing that is even above itself. But trials that make… — Horace Bushnell Copy Share Image
