Without the heart it’s not worship, it’s a stage play.
God often lays the sum of His amazing providences in very dismal afflictions; as the limner first puts on the dusky colors, on which he intends to draw the portraiture of some illustrious beauty.
How worthy it is to remember former benefits when we come to beg for new.
Since nothing but God is eternal, nothing but God is worth the loving.
Works make not the heart good, but a good heart makes the works good.
How comfortable it is to have One, day and night, before the throne to control the charge of our enemy, and the despondencies of our souls.