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.

He is ready to cleanse you, It is sin, after all, that lies at the door and blocks you way to the Savior.

I do not know when I am more perfectly happy than when I am weeping for sin at the foot of the cross.

If a man can preach one sermon without mentioning Christ's name in it, it ought to be his last.

Like Jonah, you may lose your gourd, but you cannot lose your God.

Preach not calmly and quietly as though you were asleep, but preach with fire and pathos and passion.

The motive is this, 'Oh! that God could be glorified, that Jesus might see the reward of his sufferings! Oh! that sinners might be saved, so that God might have new tongues to praise him, new hearts to love him! Oh! that sin were put an end to, that the holiness, righteousness, mercy, and power of God might be magnifi ed!' This is the way to pray; when thy prayers seek God's glory, it is God's glory to answer thy prayers.