The road of denial leads to the precipice of destruction

The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.

There can be but one will the master in our salvation, but that shall never be the will of man, but of God; therefore man must be saved by grace.

Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.

At the day of Doom men shall be judged according to their fruits. It will not be said then, did you believe? But, were you doers or talkers only?

Fear, lest, by forgetting what you are by nature, you also forget the need that you have of continual pardon, support, and supplies from the Spirit of grace, and so grow proud of your own abilities, or of what you have received from God.

Nae man can tether time nor tide.