He who does not long to know more of Christ, knows nothing of him yet.

The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. It is the most grievous sentence of the three, but it overflows with comfort. Strange is it that where misery was concentrated mercy reigned; where sorrow reached her climax weary souls find rest.

Never fear dying, beloved. Dying is the last, but the least matter that a Christian has to be anxious about. Fear living...that is a hard battle to fight, a stern discipline to endure, a rough voyage to undergo.

Grace is the mother and nurse of holiness, and not the apologist of sin.

Every threatening of God, as well as every promise shall be fulfilled.

We shall not grow weary of waiting upon God if we remember how long and how graciously He once waited for us.

So long as we are receivers of mercy, we must be givers of thanks.