I thought I could have leaped from earth to heaven at one spring when I first saw my sins drowned in the Redeemer's blood.

Great hearts can only be made by great troubles. The spade of trouble digs the reservoir of comfort deeper, and makes more room for consolation.

Prayer is the forerunner of mercy. Turn to sacred history, and you will find that scarecely ever did a great mercy come to this world unheralded by supplication.

As for His failing you, never dream of it -- hate the thought of it. The God who has been sufficient until now, should be trusted to the end.

God save us from living in comfort while sinners are sinking into hell!

Sir, usually I do preach for souls, but my orphans cannot eat souls. And if they could, it would take four souls the size of yours to make a square meal for just one orphan!

If you are saved, the work is only half done until you are employed to bring others to Christ.