Temptation Is Like A Knife, That May

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.

The More I See Of The Glory Of Christ, The More The Painted Beauties Of This World Will Wither In My Eyes.

We All Profess That We Are Bound For Heaven, Immortality, And Glory: But Is It Any Evidence That We Really Design It If All Our Thoughts Are Consumed About The Trifles Of This World, Which We Must Leave Behind Us, And Have Only Occasional Thoughts Of Things Above?

Indwelling Sin Always Abides Whilst We Are In This World; Therefore It Is Always To Be Mortified.

The Greatest Sorrow And Burden You Can Lay On The Father, The Greatest Unkindness You Can Do To Him Is Not To Believe That He Loves You.