It is the burning lava of the soul that has a furnace within--a very volcano of grief and sorrow-it is that burning lava of prayer that finds its way to God. No prayer ever reaches God's heart which does not come from our hearts.

I have now concentrated all my prayers into one, and that one prayer is this, that I may die to self, and live wholly to Him.

The law is for the self-righteous, to humble their pride: the gospel is for the lost, to remove their despair

Prayer is one of the necessary wheels of the machinery of providence.

We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them.

Has there not been, sometimes, this temptation to do a great deal for Christ, but not to live a great deal with Christ?

See yonder another King's garden, which the King waters with his bloody sweat-Gethsemane, whose bitter herbs are sweeter far to renewed souls than even Eden's luscious fruits. There the mischief of the serpent in the first garden was undone: there the curse was lifted from earth, and borne by the woman's promised seed.