Martin Rinkart quotes

“Now thank we all our God, With hearts and hands and voices; Who wondrous things hath done, In whom this world rejoices. Who, from our mother's arms, Hath led us on our way, With countless gifts of love, And still is ours today.”
-- Martin Rinkart

#Thanksgiving Quotes #Mother Quotes #Heart Quotes

“Thanksgiving-giving thanks in everything-prepares the way that God might show us His fullest salvation in Christ.”

“Before you count the profit, count the cost of a working mother.”

“Blaire, This was my grandmother’s. My father’s mother. She came to visit me before she passed away. I have fond memories of her visits and when she passed on she left this ring to me. In her will I was told to give it to the woman who completes me. She said it was given to her by my grandfather who passed away when my dad was just a baby but that she’d never loved another the way she’d loved him. He was her heart. You are mine. This is your something old. I love you, Rush”

“When mother is happy, family is happy. When family is happy, nation is happy.”

“Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.”

“Holiness of heart and life. This is not the perfection of the human nature, but the holiness of the divine nature dwelling within.”

Source : A. B. Simpson (1984). “Days of Heaven on Earth: A Daily Devotional to Comfort and Inspire”, Moody Publishers

“The safe place lies in obedience to God's Word, singleness of heart and holy vigilance.”

“The greatest need of our age and of every age, the greatest need of every human heart, is to know the resources and sufficiency of God.”

Source : A. B. Simpson (2010). “When God Steps In: Divine Resources for Life's Situations”, p.4, Moody Publishers

“When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.' But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, `The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.”

“But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts”