O, if there be any kind of life most sad, and deepest in the scale of pity, it is the dry, cold impotence of one, who has honestly set to the work of his own self-redemption. — 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
