Set no time to the Lord the creator of time, for His time is always best.

Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.

No created powers can mar our Lord Jesus' music, nor spill our song of joy. Let us then be glad and rejoice in the salvation of our Lord

See that you buy the field where the Pearl is; sell all, and make a purchase of salvation. Think it not easy: for it is a steep ascent to eternal glory: many are lying dead by the way, slain with security.

Christ's enemies are but breaking their own heads in pieces, upon the Rock laid in Zion; and the stone is not removed out of its place. Faith hath cause to take courage from our very afflictions; the devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints. I know that he but heweth and polisheth stones, all this time, for the new Jerusalem.

Show yourself a Christian by suffering without murmuring. In patience possess your soul - they lose nothing who gain Christ.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.