Oh, it is sad for a poor Christian to stand at the door of the promise, in the dark night of affliction, afraid to draw the latch, whereas he should then come boldly for shelter as a child into his father's house.

No torment in the world is comparable to an accusing conscience.

The Christian, like a chalice without a base, cannot stand on his own nor hold what he has received any longer that God holds him in His strong hands.

He that is impatient, and cannot wait on God for a mercy, will not easily submit to Him in a denial.

We are justified, not by giving anything to God,--what we do,--but by receiving from God, what Christ hath done for us.

Mercy should make us ashamed, wrath afraid to sin.

Truly, hope is the saint's covering, wherein he wraps himself, when he lays his body down to sleep in the grave: "My flesh," saith David, "shall rest in hope."