In agony unknown He bleeds away His life; in terrible throes He exhausts His soul. "Eloi! Eloi! lama sabachthani?" And then see! they pierce His side, and forthwith runneth out blood and water! This is the shedding of blood, the terrible pouring out of blood, without which, for you and the whole human race, there is no remission.

We hold that man is never so near grace as when he begins to feel he can do nothing at all.

I believe that in public worship we should do well to be bound by no human rules, and constrained by no stereotyped order.

It is blessed to eat into the very soul of the Bible until the very essence of the Bible flows from you.

Repentance and desires after holiness never be separated.

A true prayer is an inventory of needs, a catalog of necessities, an exposure of secret wounds, a revelation of hidden poverty.

The petitions of Moses discomfited the enemy more than the fighting of Joshua. Yet both were needed. No, in the soul's conflict, force and fervor, decision and devotion, valour and vehemence, must join their forces, and all will be well.