The sovereignty of God is that golden sceptre in his hand by which he will make all bow, either by his word or by his works, by his mercies or by his judgements.

That sorrow for sin that keeps the soul from looking towards the mercy seat is a sinful sorrow.

He who stands upon his own strength will never stand.

A man had need to fear this most of all that he fears not at all.

Christ is lovely, Christ is very lovely, Christ is most lovely, Christ is always lovely, Christ is altogether lovely.

A Christian will part with anything rather than his hope; he knows that hope will keep the heart both from aching and breaking, from fainting and sinking; he knows that hope is a beam of God, a spark of glory, and that nothing shall extinguish it till the soul be filled with glory.

There is the seed of all sins--of the vilest and worst of sins--in the best of men.