Let us remember that Elijah's God was with him only while he was occupied in noble and effectual services. When thus engaged, he exulted in the conscious majesty of a life which had upon it the stamp and signature of Divine power.
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“Men and brethren, a simple trust in God is the most essential ingredient in moral sublimity of character.”
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