A child's cry touches a father's heart.

You must either give up your sins or give up all hope of heaven.

We need winds and tempests to exercise our faith, to tear off the rotten bough of self-dependence, and to root us more firmly in Christ. The day of evil reveals to us the value of our glorious hope.

Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble, and discovers the angel beneath.

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

As the rain soaks into the ground, so pray the Lord to let his gospel soak into your soul.

Man loves his own ruin. The cup is so sweet that though he knows it will poison him, yet he must drink it. And the harlot is so fair, that though he understands that her ways lead down to hell, yet like a bullock he follows to the slaughter till the dart goes through his liver. Man is fascinated and bewitched by sin.