He Who Does Not Know Him, Knows

The Soul Of A True Christian, As I Then Wrote My Meditations, Appeared Like Such A Little White Flower As We See In The Spring Of The Year; Low And Humble On The Ground, Opening Its Bosom To Receive The Pleasant Beams Of The Sun’s Glory; Rejoicing, As It Were, In A Calm Rapture; Diffusing Around A Sweet Fragrancy; Standing Peacefully And Lovingly, In The Midst Of Other Flowers Round About; All In Like Manner Opening Their Bosoms To Drink In The Light Of The Sun.

He That Has Doctrinal Knowledge And Speculation Only, Without Affection, Never Is Engaged In The Business Of Religion.

I Go Out To Preach With Two Propositions In Mind. First, Every Person Ought To Give His Life To Christ. Second, Whether Or Not Anyone Else Gives Him His Life, I Will Give Him Mine.

A Truly Christian Love, Either To God Or Men, Is A Humble Broken-hearted Love. The Desires Of The Saints, However Earnest, Are Humble Desires. Their Hope Is A Humble Hope; And Their Joy, Even When It Is Unspeakable And Full Of Glory, Is A Humble Broken-hearted Joy, And Leaves The Christian More Poor In Spirit, And More Like A Little Child, And More Disposed To A Universal Lowliness Of Behaviour.

Those Who Are In A State Of Salvation Are To Attribute It To Sovereign Grace Alone, And To Give All The Praise To Him Who Maketh Them To Differ From Others.