The soul of man, like the bird in the shell, is still growing or ripening in sin or grace, till at last the shell breaks by death, and the soul flies away to the piece it is prepared for, and where it must abide forever.

The Lord's supper is memorative, and so it has the nature and use of a pledge or token of love, left by a dying to a dear surviving friend.

God's unspotted faithfulness never failed any soul that durst trust himself in its arms.

And now let us consider and marvel that ever this great and blessed God should be so much concerned, as you have heard He is in all His providences, about such vile, despicable worms as we are! He does not need us, but is perfectly blessed and happy in Himself without us. We can add nothing to Him.

Oh sirs, deal with sin as sin, and speak of heaven and hell as they are, and not as if you were in jest.

Christ is so in love with holiness, that at the price of His blood He will buy it for us.

They that know God will be humble. They that know themselves cannot be proud.