No other God have I but thee, born in a manger, died on a tree.
We are saved by faith alone, but the faith that saves is never alone.
There is no rustic so rude but that, if he dreams or fancies anything, it must be the whisper of the Holy Ghost, and he himself a prophet.
If we esteem them too highly, good works can become the greatest idolatry.
Whatever we make the most of is our God.
Superstition, idolatry, and hypocrisy have ample wages, but truth goes a begging.