Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.

Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.

If so be that freewill were our tutor, and we had our heaven in our own keeping, then we would lose all. But because we have Christ for our tutor, and He has our heaven in His hand, therefore the covenant it must be perpetual.

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.