Losses and crosses are heavy to bear; but when our hearts are right with God, it is wonderful how easy the yoke becomes.
Look to the cross, and hate your sin, for sin nailed your Well Beloved to the tree.
As the rain soaks into the ground, so pray the Lord to let his gospel soak into your soul.
Known to the Lord from the beginning were all your sins. Nevertheless, He still loved you.
Now and then there comes a crash of thunder in a storm, and we look up with amazement when he sets the heavens on a blaze with his lightning.
To know is not to be wise. To know how to use knowledge is to have wisdom.
Lord, save all the elect, and then elect some more.
Birds sing on a bare bough; O, believer, canst not thou?
There is a sweet joy that comes to us through sorrow.
The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him. If it were not for the laws of the land, we should soon see a massacre of the righteous. Jesus was watched by his enemies, who were thirsting for his blood: his disciples must not look for favour where their Master found hatred and death.
Fear to fear. Be afraid to be afraid. Your worst enemy is within your own bosom. Get to your knees and cry for help, and then rise up saying, ‘I will trust, and not be afraid.’
I am certain that the safest way to defend your character is never to say a word about it.
To be forgiven is such sweetness that honey is tasteless in comparison with it. But yet there is one thing sweeter still, and that is to forgive. As it is more blessed to give than to receive, so to forgive rises a stage higher in experience than to be forgiven.
I would not choose to go where I would be afraid to die, nor could I bear to live without a good hope for hereafter.
The disciples of a patient Saviour should be patient themselves.
Go forth today, by the help of God’s Spirit, vowing and declaring that in life – come poverty, come wealth, in death – come pain or come what may, you are and ever must be the Lord’s. For this is written on your heart, ‘We love Him because He first loved us.’
That religion which costs a man nothing is usually worth nothing.
No scene in sacred history ever gladdens the soul like the scene on Calvary. Nowhere does the soul find such consolation as on that very spot where misery reigned, where woe triumphed, where agony reached its climax.
I will go as far as Martin Luther, where he says, ‘If any man ascribes anything of salvation, even the very least thing, to the free will of man, he knows nothing of grace, and he has not learned Jesus Christ rightly.’
His will cannot be neutral or ‘free’ to act contrary to his nature.