When I was young, I was sure of many things now there are only two things of which I am sure one is, that I am a miserable sinner and the other, that Christ is an all-sufficient Saviour. He is well-taught who learns these two lessons.
If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there first, to meet some I had not thought to see there second, to miss some I had expected to see there and third, the greatest wonder of all, to find myself there.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, And drives away his fears.
The Christian ministry is the worst of all trades, but the best of all professions
Our righteousness is in Him, and our hope depends, not upon the exercise of grace in us, but upon the fullness of grace and love in Him, and upon His obedience unto death
This is faith: a renouncing of everything we are apt to call our own and relying wholly upon the blood, righteousness and intercession of Jesus
Though troubles assail And dangers affright, Though friends should all fail And foes all unite; Yet one thing secures us, Whatever betide, The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide
I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)
The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him December's as pleasant as May.
I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to be, I am not what I hope to be in another world; but still I am not what I once used to be, and by the grace of God I am what I am
Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly: I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.
If we seem to get no good by attempting to draw near to Him, we may be sure we will get none by keeping away from Him.
I endeavored to renounce society, that I might avoid temptation. But it was a poor religion; so far as it prevailed, only tended to make me gloomy, stupid, unsociable, and useless.
Show me what I have to do, Every hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die Thy people's death.
Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame, The fire of love supplies ; While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise. True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear ; The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.