Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop.
We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.
It is comfort to the believer that all things are possible.
Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.
Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.
Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy