Our faith will be tried faith, and if it be of the true kind, it will bear continued trial without yielding.
But with Christ we can do all things.
God loves to see the hearts of his people glowing towards himself.
It is not my remembering God, it is God's remembering me which is the ground of my safety.
Surely the generosity of the promise will at once break your heart, and you will return, and seek your injured Father's face.
O beloved, if God declares that all is well, ten thousand devils may declare it to be ill, but we laugh them all to scorn.
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.
Happy are those to whom our Lord manifests himself, for his promise to such is that he will make his abode with them.
The marrow of Job's comfort lies in that little word "My."
It is a divine lesson to know how to be full
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.
It is delightful to reflect how close is Christ's union with his people.
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.
Grace in all its forms he freely renders to his people.
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 Lord's character assures us that he will not leave his people.
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?
More especially it is the pleasure of God's people to contemplate the graciousness of this covenant.
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.
We have here crowning mercies, suggesting special and crowning thanksgiving.
Our sighs are sacred things.
How marvellous has been our experience of God's gentleness!
God is with us, and none shall stand before us.
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?
Let all heaven say "Amen" to the praises of our hearts, and let the multitude of thy children here on earth, for whom this feast is spread, laud and magnify and bless thy name.
God's people need lifting up.
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.
I am only asking what he delights to give.
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."
We must sing of the finished work of a precious Saviour; and he who knows most of forgiving love will sing the loudest.
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.
Dust and ashes though we be, we must and will "magnify the exceeding greatness of his grace."
Fear not; the divine Spirit can give you, in your want, a greater plenty than the rich have in their abundance.
An ounce of heart's-ease is worth a ton of gold.
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.