His Is A Loving, Tender Hand, Full

Some Day You Will Read In The Papers That D.l. Moody Of East Northfield, Is Dead. Don't You Believe A Word Of It! At That Moment I Shall Be More Alive Than I Am Now; I Shall Have Gone Up Higher, That Is All, Out Of This Old Clay Tenement Into A House That Is Immortal-a Body That Death Cannot Touch, That Sin Cannot Taint; A Body Fashioned Like Unto His Glorious Body.

Some People Think God Does Not Like To Be Troubled With Our Constant Coming And Asking. The Way To Trouble God Is Not To Come At All.

I Went To Preaching Again. The Sermons Were Not Different; I Did Not Present Any New Truths, And Yet Hundreds Were Converted. I Would Not Now Be Placed Back Where I Was Before That Blessed Experience If You Should Give Me All The World - It Would Be As Dust In The Balance.

If You Do Not Feel A Fervent Love And Profound Pity For Humanity, Be Assured That The Gift Of Christian Eloquence Has Been Denied You. You Will Not Win Souls, Neither Will You Acquire That Most Excellent Of Earthly Sovereignties - Sovereignty Over Human Hearts....love Is Irresistible.

A Good Many Preachers Say I Am Lowering The Pulpit. I Am Glad I Am. I Am Trying To Get It Down To The Level Of Men's Hearts. If I Wanted To Hit Chicago I Would Not Put The Cannon On The Top Of This Building And Fire Into The Air. Too Many Preachers Fire Into The Air.