Thoughts

Gloomy thoughts filled my mind as the good ship ploughed the grey waters of the Northern Atlantic: thoughts as to the state of things in the professing Church of God ...

"We have a strong city; God makes salvation its walls and ramparts." Every ATTRIBUTE of the Godhead is such a tower...

One moment at that banquet table — one crumb of the heavenly manna — one draught from the river of life — and all the bitter experiences of the valley of tears will be obliterated and forgotten...

How broad is the door of welcome! Before the prodigal son could stammer forth through penitential tears the confession of his sins — the arms of his father's mercy were around him...

No case is desperate if application is made to Him; none need despair of a cure, or doubt His kindness...

Let us then rejoice in this, that our names "are written in the Lamb's Book of Life." And being entered in that imperishable volume, they shall be mentioned with honor...

But see, before us lies a STONE — it may be an occasion of stumbling; it was refused by yon builders, and is now cast away...

My soul! is it night with you here? Are you wearied with these midnight tossings on life's tumultuous sea? Be still!..

"The Lord is at hand!" Prepare, my soul, to meet Him!...

Your sins may be legion — the sand of the sea may be their befitting type — the thought of their vileness and aggravation may be ready to overwhelm you; but be still! your patient God waits to be gracious...