I will not believe that thou hast tasted of the honey of the gospel if thou canst eat it all thyself.
Dost thou think, O Christian, that thou canst measure the love of Christ?
Whatever I have, all my goodness is of the Lord alone.
The common fault with the most of us is our readiness to yield to distractions.
The Surety is bound, and justice demands that those for whom he stands a substitute should go their way. In the midst of Egypt's bondage, that voice rings as a word of power, "Let these go their way."
Could there be a sweeter word in any language than that word "forgiveness," when it sounds in a guilty sinner's ear?
The glory which belongs to beatified saints belongs to us.
Timid believers are afraid to begin to work for Jesus.
If we want blessings from God, nothing can fetch them down but faith.
Faith does not produce this fruit by-and-by, but now.
"I will go over hedge and ditch but I would get at my Master, for the sermon cannot do any good unless there is a savour of Christ in it."
If we do thus suffer, what is our "light affliction" compared with reigning with him?
By the love of Jesus, let us be stirred up to close the day with a psalm of sanctified gladness.
The lesson of wisdom is, be not dismayed by soul-trouble. Count it no strange thing, but a part of ordinary ministerial experience.
Judgment now decides for the sinner instead of against him.
The regeneration which has taken place in those who believe has changed our spirit, and given to it eternal life.
There and then the cloud was gone, the darkness had rolled away, and that moment I saw the sun.
No aristocratic Christ have I to commend to you, but the Savior of the people, the Friend of publicans and sinners.
I am weary of this public bragging, this counting of unhatched chickens, this exhibition of doubtful spoils. Lay aside such numberings of the people, such idle pretence of certifying in half a minute that which will need the testing of a lifetime.
Believe, I pray thee, and rest thee on the blood-sprinkled words of this wondrous Book.
Pilgrims travel as suspected persons through Vanity Fair. The espionage is everywhere.
Even our desires after holiness may be polluted by ill motives.
We ought not, as men in Christ Jesus, to be carried away by a childish love of novelty, for we worship a God who is ever the same, and of whose years there is no end.
Oh, think not, believer, that your sorrows are out of God's plan; they are necessary parts of it.
“He, near your side hath always stood. His loving-kindness. O! how good.”
It was a thing unheard of before, and unparalleled since . . .