To Those To Whom Christ Is The

The Custom Of Sinning Takes Away The Sense Of It, The Course Of The World Takes Away The Shame Of It.

If A Man Teach Uprightly And Walk Crookedly, More Will Fall Down In The Night Of His Life Than He Built In The Day Of His Doctrine.

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.

Set Faith At Work On Christ For The Killing Of Thy Sin. His Blood Is The Great Sovereign Remedy For Sin-sick Souls. Live In This, And Thou Wilt Die A Conqueror; Yea, Thou Wilt, Through The Good Providence Of God, Live To See Thy Lust Dead At Thy Feet.

Only What God Has Commanded In His Word Should Be Regarded As Binding; In All Else There May Be Liberty Of Actions.