Show yourself a Christian by suffering without murmuring. In patience possess your soul – they lose nothing who gain Christ.
Be not cast down. If ye saw Him who is standing on the shore, holding out His arms to welcome you to land, ye would wade, not only through a sea of wrongs, but through hell itself to be with Him.
Those who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.
You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.
Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.
Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.
I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!
My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.
Many are friends to the success of reformation, not to reformation.
I think it is possible on earth to build a young, new Jerusalem, a little, new heaven of this surpassing love. God, either send me more of this love, or take me quickly over the water, where I may be filled with his love.
Welcome, welcome, cross of Christ, if Christ be with it.
My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.
Desires going before conversion are not such as can calm a storming conscience.
Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.
It is certain that this is not only good which the Almighty has done, but that it is best; He hath reckoned all your steps to heaven.
There is nothing left to us but to see how we may be approved of Him, and how we may roll the weight of our weak souls in well-doing upon Him, who is God omnipotent.
I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what the Lord is preparing for him.
My desire is that my Lord would give me broader and deeper thoughts, to feed myself with wondering at His love.
I find my Lord Jesus cometh not in the precise way that I lay wait for Him. He hath a manner of His own. Oh, how high are His ways above my ways.
There is nothing that will make you a Christian indeed, but a taste of the sweetness of Christ.