Nothing can be more sublime this side of heaven than the singing of this noble Psalm by a vast congregation. It is all ablaze with grateful adoration.

You are engaged in a work so spiritual, so far above all human power, that to forget the Spirit is to ensure defeat.

Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.

I believe a very large majority of church goers are merely unthinking, slumbering worshipers of an unknown God.

Salvation is all grace, which means, free, gratis, for nothing.

True humility is a flower which will adorn any garden.

I THINK the moments we are nearest to heaven are those we spend at the Lord’s table.