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.

Paul was so much taken with Christ, that nothing sweeter than Jesus could drop from his lips and pen.

The little time that remains between this moment and our death, should quicken our diligence to inherit the endless and unchangeable eternity of God.

Without the heart it’s not worship, it’s a stage play.

Works make not the heart good, but a good heart makes the works good.

Let us look upon a crucified Christ, the remedy of all our miseries. His cross hath procured a crown, his passion hath expiated our transgression. His death hath disarmed the law, his blood hath washed a believer's soul. This death is the destruction of our enemies, the spring of our happiness, and the eternal testimony of divine love.

We often learn more of God under the rod that strikes us than under the staff that comforts us.