HE hath a Father’s heart and a Father’s hand who is training you up for heaven.
WELCOME, welcome, Lord Jesus, what way soever Thou come, if we can get a sight of Thee; and sure I am, it is better to be sick, providing Christ come to the bedside, and draw aside the curtains, and say, “Courage, I am thy salvation,” than to enjoy health, being lusty and strong, and never to be visited of God.
OH, would to the Lord I had not a myself but Christ; not a my lust, but Christ; not a my ease, but Christ; not a my honor, but Christ! O sweet word, “Yet not I, but Christ liveth in me!”
I THOUGHT it had been an easy thing to be a Christian, and that to seek God had been at the next door; but oh, the windings, the turnings, the ups and the downs, that He hath led me through.