Brethren, who are we that God should have been so good to us?

If you can sin and not weep over it, you are an heir of Hell. If you can go into sin, and afterwards feel satisfied to have done so, you are on the road to destruction. If there are no prickings of conscience, no inward torments, no bleeding wounds; if you have no throbs and heavings of a bosom that cannot rest; if your soul never feels filled with wormwood and gall when you know you have done evil, you are no child of God.

Praise is the rehearsal for our eternal song.

Oh that I could have the cross painted on my eyeballs, that I could not see anything except through the medium of my Savior’s passion!

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

We shall never see much change for the better in our churches in general till the prayer meeting occupies a higher place in the esteem of Christians.

The wishing gate opens into nothing.