The grandest discourse ever delivered is an ostentatious failure if the doctrine of the grace of God be absent from it.

The saints are sinners still. Our best tears need to be wept over, the strongest faith is mixed with unbelief, our most flaming love is cold compared with what Jesus deserves, and our intensest zeal still lacks the full fervor which the bleeding wounds and pierced heart of the crucified might claim at our hands. Our best things need a sin offering, or they would condemn us.

Conversion is not, as some suppose, a violent opening of the heart by grace, in which will, reason and judgment are all ignored or crushed. The season is not blinded, but enlightened; and the whole man is made to act with a glorious liberty which it never knew till it fell under the restraints of grace.

I am a pilgrim in the world, but at home in my God. In the earth I wander, but in God I dwell in a quiet habitation.

It is a terribly easy matter to be a minister of the gospel and a vile hypocrite at the same time.

My hope lives not because I am not a sinner, but because I am a sinner for whom Christ died.

There is nothing in the law of God that will rob you of happiness; it only denies you that which would cost you sorrow.