Faith never makes herself her own plea, she rests all her argument upon the blood of Christ.

Saints are described as fearing the name of God; they are reverent worshippers; they stand in awe of the Lord's authority; they are afraid of offending Him; they feel their own nothingness in the sight of the Infinite One.

The first link between my soul and Christ is not my goodness but my badness, not my merit but my misery, not my riches but my need.

Oh, without prayer what are the church's agencies, but the stretching out of a dead man's arm, or the lifting up of the lid of a blind man's eye? Only when the Holy Spirit comes is there any life and force and power.

In proportion as a church is holy, in that proportion will its testimony for Christ be powerful.

The egg is white though the hen is black as coal...Out of evil comes good, through the great goodness of God.

Grace does not choose a man and leave him as he is.