You remember the day you came to him.  Your sins with all the burden of guilt were taken away and you found rest.  Later you dedicated yourself fully and forever to the Lord and entered into the fulness of his rest.  Canaan’s fair land is the soul’s sweet home of rest.  What heaven will be we can not know now.  Doubtless scenes and experiences will arise of such a nature as to greatly enhance the felicity of our hearts; but the revelation of heaven upon a sanctified soul and

     “The enjoyment of heavenly bliss
      E’en in a world like this”

can never be told.  Storms will arise and threaten you; but if the cable of faith remains unbroken and the anchor of hope unshaken, your little bark can sail on sweetly at rest.  Doubts are very destructive to soul-rest; therefore they must be dispelled at their first approach.  By faith your soul can be kept in the precious realization of heavenly enjoyments; you can have sweet walks with God and tastes of his love all along your journey of life.  By living in the vale of humble submission to God, fully and freely yielded to his control, upon your soul the sweets of heaven’s graces will be distilled like the gentle siftings of the evening dew upon the flower, transporting you to wondrous felicity in God all along your pilgrim way.

Behold the fowls of the air: 
  They sow not, neither do they reap;
Yet kings have not more healthful fare,
  Nor rest in calmer, sweeter sleep. 
They have no barns nor hoarded grain,
Yet all day long a soft, sweet strain
They warble forth from forest tree;
Ever happy and ever free,
Teaching a lesson dear to me. 
So free from care, O sylvan band;
Fed by a heavenly Father’s hand. 
Your freedom, O ye fowls of heaven,
New courage to my soul hath given;
I no more can doubt or sorrow: 
God will care for me to-morrow.

Behold the lilies how they grow: 
  They toil not neither do they spin;
Yet kings in all their pomp and show
  Are not arrayed like one of them;
Smiling and free in breezes sway,
Yet clothed by heavenly hand are they. 
Meek lilies of the quiet fields,
Your growth instruction to me yields. 
The One who clothes the lily fair
And gives it tender, earnest care—­
Will he not hear my fervent prayer? 
The One who notes the sparrow’s fall—­
Does he not love his creatures all? 
If he so clothes each tuft and tree
And gives the birds such liberty,
Will he not clothe and care for me? 
I no more can doubt or sorrow: 
God will care for me to-morrow.

A merry heart is a continual feast.

It is the will of God that you be always happy.

If you are not contented with such things as you have, you would not be contented had you ever so much.

Those who are always contented and happy are a most gracious contribution from God to a discontented world.

This sin-darkened world is dotted here and there by beautiful Christian lives, which are to the world’s weary wastes what the oasis is to the parched desert.