We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.
Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will.
Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ’s part on Himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord’s.
If ye never had a sick night and a pained soul for sin, ye have not yet lighted upon Christ.
It is in some respect greater love in Jesus to sanctify than to justify, for He maketh us most like Himself, in His own essential portraiture and image in sanctifying us.
Ye have lost a child – nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.
Christ and His cross are not separable in this life, howbeit Christ and His cross part at heaven’s door, for there is no house-room for crosses in heaven. One tear, one sigh, one sad heart, one fear, one loss, one thought of trouble cannot find lodging there.
Grow as a palm-tree on God’s Mount Zion; howbeit shaken with winds, yet the root is fast.
Set not your heart upon the world, since God hath not made it your portion.
Every man by nature is a freeman born; by nature no man cometh out of the womb under any civil subjection to king, prince, or judge.
Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.
Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.
Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.
When the race is ended, and the play is either won or lost, and ye are in the utmost circle and border of time, and shall put your foot within the march of eternity, all the good things of your short nightdream shall seem to you like ashes of a blaze of thorns or straw.
Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy.
Live on Christ’s love while ye are here, and all the way.
Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.
Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.
Well’s them who are under crosses, and Christ says to them, “Half Mine.”