But when I look at the Saviour himself, He is altogether lovely; there is not one spot in his countenance, nor one cloud over all his perfections.
"I think of his coming in the flesh, and it reconciles me to the sufferings of the body; for He had them as well as I.

I think of his temptations, and believe that He is able to succour me when I am tempted.
Then I think of his cross, and learn to bear my own.

I reflect on his death, and long to die unto sin, so that it may no longer have dominion over me.

I sometimes think of his resurrection, and trust that He has given me a part in it, for I feel that my affections are set upon things above.

Chiefly, I take comfort in thinking of Him as at the right hand of the Father, pleading my cause, and rendering acceptable even my feeble prayers, both for myself, and, as I hope, for my dear friends.
"These are the views which, through mercy, I have of my Saviour's goodness; and they have made me wish and strive in my poor way to serve Him, to give myself up to Him, and to labour to do my duty in that state of life into which it has pleased Him to call me.
"A thousand times I should have fallen and fainted, if He had not upheld me.