Faith, If It Be A Living Faith,

The Love Of God Is Like Himself – Equal, Constant, Not Capable Of Augmentation Or Diminution; Our Love Is Like Ourselves – Unequal, Increasing, Waning, Growing, Declining. His, Like The Sun, Always The Same In Its Light, Though A Cloud May Sometimes Interpose; Ours, As The Moon, Has Its Enlargements And Straightenings.

It Is A Throne Of Grace That God In Christ Is Represented To Us Upon; But Yet Is Is A Throne Still Whereon Majesty And Glory Do Reside, And God Is Always To Be Considered By Us As On A Throne.

The Whole Pelagian Poison Of Free-will ... A Clear Exaltation Of The Old Idol Free-will Into The Throne Of God ... That The Decaying Estate Of Christianity Have Invented.

To Those To Whom Christ Is The Hope Of Future Glory, He Is Also The Life Of Present Grace.

Though We Are Commanded To 'wash Ourselves', To 'cleanse Ourselves From Sins', To 'purge Ourselves From All Our Iniquities', Yet To Imagine That We Can Do These Things By Our Own Efforts Is To Trample On The Cross And Grace Of Jesus Christ. Whatever God Works In Us By His Grace, He Commands Us To Do As Our Duty. God Works All In Us And By Us.