The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord’s choicest wines.
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.
Take Christ in with you under your yoke, and let patience have her perfect work.
There is nothing that will make you a Christian indeed, but a taste of the sweetness of Christ.
It is no small comfort that God hath written some Scriptures to you which He hath not to others. Read these, and think God is like a friend who sendeth a letter to a whole house and family, but who speaketh in His letter to some by name that are dearest to Him in the house.
You must take a house beside the Physician. It will be a miracle if ye be the first sick that Christ hath put away uncured.
Christ seeketh your help in your place; give Him your hand.
Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.
O, what I owe to the file, the hammer, and the furnace of the Lord Jesus! I know that he is no idle husbandman – he purposes a crop.
The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.
I assure you by the Lord, your adversaries shall get no advantage against you, except you sin, and offend your Lord, in your sufferings.
See that you buy the field where the Pearl is; sell all, and make a purchase of salvation. Think it not easy: for it is a steep ascent to eternal glory: many are lying dead by the way, slain with security.
The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-.
Faith’s speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.
It is comfort to the believer that all things are possible.
Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.
I had but one joy, the apple of the eye of my delights, to preach Christ my Lord.
He who duly esteemeth Christ, is a noble bidder, and so a noble and liberal buyer.
I see Christ’s love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.
I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ’s fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.
Christ has no velvet crosses.