Wherever Jesus may lead us, He goes before us. If we don't know where we are going, we know with whom we go.

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.

None but God would ever have thought of justifying me. I am a wonder to myself.

The saints are sinners still. Our best tears need to be wept over, the strongest faith is mixed with unbelief, our most flaming love is cold compared with what Jesus deserves, and our intensest zeal still lacks the full fervor which the bleeding wounds and pierced heart of the crucified might claim at our hands. Our best things need a sin offering, or they would condemn us.

A sermon wept over is more acceptable with God than one gloried over.

Every man who loses everlasting life rejects it himself. God denies it not to him-he will not come that he may have life.

Saints of the early church reaped great harvests in the field of prayer and found the mercy seat to be a mine of untold treasures.