In order to become spiritually vigorous, we must seek the spiritual good of others.
Let faith and life be put together, and, like the two abutments of an arch, they will make our piety enduring.
A believer has two principles at work within him.
You will find it a holy exercise to read some psalm of David, and, as you meditate upon each verse, to ask yourself, "Can I say this? Have I felt as David felt?"
We open the gates of the year to the sweet strains of the harp of joy!
It is not my remembering God, it is God's remembering me which is the ground of my safety.
One of the purest and most innocent of joys, apart from spiritual things, in which a man can indulge, is a joy in the works of God.
Sin hath no more dominion over us.
The marrow of Job's comfort lies in that little word "My."
How sweet it is to behold the Saviour communing with his own beloved people!
Divine omniscience affords no comfort to the ungodly mind, but to the child of God it overflows with consolation.
Thus memory may be, as Coleridge calls it, "the bosom-spring of joy."
When God sets us on high, Satan himself cannot pull us down.
Only an Almighty arm can preserve us from these unseen foes, who are seeking to destroy us.
Look upon him, the great Surety of the covenant, as faithful and true.
The Holy Ghost is no temporary gift, he abides with the saints.
The child is cheered as he sings, "This my father knows;" and shall not we be comforted as we discern that our dear Friend and tender soul-husband knows all about us?
He hated wickedness, so much that he bled to wound it to the heart; he died that it might die; he was buried that he might bury it in his tomb; and he rose that he might forever trample it beneath his feet.
Our sighs are sacred things.
How marvellous has been our experience of God's gentleness!
To be silent over God's mercies is to incur the guilt of ingratitude.
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."
May not the furious creature represent our doubts and fears after a day of distraction of mind?
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.
Side with the afflicted people of God, and not with the world.
The lesson of wisdom is, be not dismayed by soul-trouble. Count it no strange thing, but a part of ordinary ministerial experience.
Believer, though all things are apparently against thee, rest assured that God has made a reservation on thy behalf.
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.
We must have answers to prayer.
Pilgrims travel as suspected persons through Vanity Fair. The espionage is everywhere.
O that we may leave forever the couch of fleshly ease, and go forth with flaming torches to meet the coming Bridegroom!
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.