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Quotes by Alexander Dickson
When Jesus knew that it was not possible for the cup to pass from Him, with love to God He held it fast, and with love to man He drank it all.— filed under Christ's Sufferings and Death
Beloved in the Lord, if you only will lay hold of the Saviour's strength, and cast yourself entirely on His kind arms, with His dying grace He will do wonders for you in the dying hour. A great trembling may come upon you when you think of going down to tread the verge of Jordan; "for ye have not passed this way heretofore. But Jesus has; and you shall see His footprints on the shore. He will be your guide unto death, and through death.— filed under Death
Let us always remember that God has never promised to supply our wishes, but only our wants, and these only as they arise from day to day.— filed under God's Providence
Home and heaven are not so far separated as we sometimes think. Nay, they are not separated at all, for they are both in the same great building. Home is the lower story, and is located down here on the ground floor; heaven is above stairs, in the second and third stories; and, as one after another the family is called to come up higher, that which seemed to be such a strange place begins to wear a familiar aspect; and, when at last not one is left below, the home is transferred to heaven, and heaven is home.— filed under Home
As the skillful artist, in making a good portrait, finds it essentially necessary to use the dark and bright colors alternately, so the Divine Artist dips His pencil, by turns, in Marah and Elim. In Marah first, and the background is laid in darkness black as midnight; and then in Elim, and the blackness is relieved with the colors of the rainbow.— filed under Joy
Patience is enduring love; experience is perfecting love; and hope is exulting love.— filed under Patience
He hears thy faintly sobbing breath, He marks each quivering limb ; He drank a cup for thee alone - Child! drink it now with Him. Toil on, O weary, way-worn sufferer! bear up, O crushed and sorrowing heart! thy bed of pain, thy silent heroism, thy patient Christian walk, thy resignation, and thy grief, glow all unconsciously to thee with winning radiance, and fill the world with life's sweetest fragrance - as bruised flowers with perfume do the air.— filed under Suffering