A prayerless church member is a hindrance. He is in the body like a rotting bone or a decayed tooth. Before long, since he does not contribute to the benefit of his brethren, he will become a danger and a sorrow to them. Neglect of private prayer is the locust which devours the strength of the church.

He who sings a song to Christ in the night, sings the best song in all the world; for he sings from the heart.

I do not come into this pulpit hoping that perhaps somebody will of his own free will return to Christ. My hope lies in another quarter. I hope that my Master will lay hold of some of them and say, "You are mine, and you shall be mine. I claim you for myself." My hope arises from the freeness of grace, and not from the freedom of the will.

This is faith, receiving the truth of Christ; first knowing it to be true, and then acting upon that belief.

The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth.

Prayer sweeps the battlefield, slays the enemy, and buries the bones.

Backsliders begin with dusty Bibles and end with filthy garments.