Are we not all immortal till our work is done?
Do not fear the face of man. Remember how small their anger will appear in eternity.
In spiritual things, this world is all wintertime so long as the Saviour is away.
When the voice of Christ speaks through the Word, then you will arise, and leave all, and follow Him.
Live near to God, and so all things will appear little to you in comparison to eternal realities.
A holy man is a mighty weapon in the hands of God.
Just as the roots of trees take firmer hold when they are contending with the wind; so faith takes firmer hold when it struggles with adverse appearances.
It is a sure mark of grace to desire more.
Depend upon it, it is God’s Word, not our comment upon God’s Word, that saves souls.
Lord make me as holy as a pardoned sinner can be.
You will be incomplete Christians if you do not look for the coming again of the Lord Jesus.
Joy is increased by spreading it to others.
The nearer you take anything to the light, the darker its spots will appear; and the nearer you live to God, the more you will see your own utter vileness.
A beam of God’s countenance is enough to fill the heart of a believer to overflowing. It is enough to light up the pale cheek of a dying saint with seraphic brightness, and make the heart of the lone widow sing for joy.
When you are reading a book in a dark room, and come to a difficult part, you take it to a window to get more light. So take your Bibles to Christ.
I have a high priest in heaven.
I never see a sign Licensed to sell spirits without thinking that it is a license to ruin souls.
God’s children should pray. They should cry day and night to Him. God hears every one of your cries in the busy hour of the daytime and in the lonely watches of the night.
Let your soul be filled with a heart-ravishing sense of the sweetness and excellency of Christ and all that is in Him. Let the Holy Spirit fill every chamber of your heart; and so there will be no room for folly, or the world, or Satan, or the flesh.
If nothing else will do to sever me from my sins, Lord, send me such sore and trying calamities as shall awake me from earthly slumbers. It must always be best to be alive to Thee, whatever be the quickening instrument.