Get a holy subject and keep to it till you have drawn somewhat from it to feed your soul upon, and then you will do your life-work with less fatigue, because you will have more strength to spend upon it.

Since evil thoughts are the first of sins, we had better meet the charge with immediate repentance and an instant faith in the only Saviour.

A do-nothing professor is a merely nominal member, and a nominal member is a real hindrance. He neither contributes, nor prays, nor works, nor agonizes for souls, nor takes any part in Christian service, and yet he partakes in all the privileges of the Church. Is this fair?

Salvation is a diamond with many facets.

If I begin to describe our hope, I must begin with what, I think, is always the topmast stone of it-the hope of the second advent of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ; for we believe that when He shall appear we shall also appear with Him in glory.

When you and I get fearful how foolishly we think and speak and act.

Our little ones are real beauties, always a pound or two plumper than others of their age, and yet it don't tire you half so much to nurse them as it does other people's babies.

It is a very rare thing to hear even the infidel rail at the character of Jesus.

If you are very busy, think and pray all the more, or your work will wear and weary you, and drag you away from God. For your work's sake, break away from it, and give the soul a breathing time.

Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and believe intensely.

The god of this world is the devil, and he claims implicit obedience. Sin in some form or other is the image which Satan sets up and requires us to serve.

Language is thought to be forcible because it is hard, severe, and blustering, and yet there is little power in such speaking except to provoke opposition and furnish motives and weapons for the opposer.

To use an ecclesiastical term, we stand between two Epiphanies; the first is the manifestation of the Son of God in human flesh in dishonor and weakness; the second is the manifestation of the same Son of God in all His power and glory.

Not even in this world does sin pay its servants good wages.

If the way to God and salvation is, indeed, blocked up, it is only blocked up by your own sins. The door is not locked by a divine dercee, nor nailed up by any necessity of circumstances, nor barred by any peculiarity of your case. No, there is neither block, nor bar, nor lock, except your sin.

You cannot in grace, any more than in anything else, do a great deal at once, and do it effectually.

Faults are always thick where love is thin.

Give me a man who deliberately makes up his mind, calmly sets to work, and patiently bears all rebuffs, and I know that what he sets himself to do will be done.

Accept His rule, and He will except thy prayer.

The service of God is a remunerative service; He gives wages in the work, and an abundant reward, according to His grace, when the work is done.

As voyagers cross the Atlantic, and so pass from shore to shore, so do we speed over the waves of this ever-changing world to the glory-land of the bright appearing of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

We will measure our age from our second rather than our first birth.

Baptism and the Lord's Supper will never be slighted by those whose hearts are fully possessed with love to Jesus. They may seem trifles, but if the Lord Jesus commands them they cannot be neglected.

Some soldiers are good at a rush, but they cannot form a square and stand fast hour after hour.

Jesus loves each one of His people with that same love wherewith He loves the whole of His people.

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The following verses were written by Mr. Spurgeon at the age of eighteen:

IMMANUEL.

When once I mourned a load of sin;
When conscience felt a wound within;
When all my works were thrown away;
When on my knees I knelt to pray,

Then, blissful hour, remembered well-
I learned thy love, Immanuel.
When storms of sorrow toss my soul;
When waves of care around me roll;
When comforts sink, when joys shall flee;
When hopeless griefs shall gape for me,

One word the tempest's rage shall swell-
That word thy name, Immanuel.

When for the truth I suffer shame;
When foes pour scandal on my name;
When cruel taunts and jeers abound;
When "Bulls of Bashan" gird me round,
Secure within thy tower I'll dwell--
That tower thy grace, Immanuel.
When hell enraged lifts up her roar;
When Satan stops my path before;
When fiends rejoice and wait my end;
When legion'd hosts their arrows send,
Fear not, my soul, but hurl at hell
Thy battle-cry, Immanuel.

When down the hill of life I go;
When o'er my feet death's waters flow;
When in the deep'ning flood I sink;

When friends stand weeping on the brink,
I'll mingle with my last farewell
Thy lovely name, Immanuel.

When tears are banished from mine eye;
When fairer worlds than these are nigh;
When heaven shall fill my ravished sight;
When I shall bathe in sweet delight,

One joy all joys shall far excel-
To see thy face, Immanuel.

We ought to mind our thoughts, for if they turn to be our enemies they will be too many for us, and will drag us down to ruin.

You will never get to Heaven, any of you, by playing at religion.

The world has come to call an unchaste woman "unfortu nate," and this is but one open expression of what it secretly believes as to all sin; it reckons our transgression to be our misfortune rather than our fault.

Unless our profession is a lie we love each other, and we must therefore show that love by our prayers for one another.

When two Christians met together who were sitting under a very lean and starving ministry, one of them comforted his fellow concerning the miserable discourse by saying: "Never mind, my friend, there is not much in the sermon, but the text is a feast by itself.”

Oh, yes, beloved, if we have faith we have hope.

Though thy thirst be like that of a panting ox upon a sultry summer's day, who putteth down his mouth to the brook and drinks as though he would leave it dry, thou mayest come, and feel no trembling as to the sufficiency of the living waters.

There are certain sheep-tracks up the slopes of Scripture which are much more trodden than the rest of the holy fields.

Godliness and love can make a man, like a bird in a hedge, sing among thorns and briers, and set others a-singing too.

There is between real Christians a brotherhood which they will neither disown, nor dissemble, nor forget.

Any simpleton might be set to sniff out offensive odors; but it would require a scientific man to bring to us all the fragrant essences and rare perfumes which lie hid in field and garden. Oh, to learn the science of Christian charity! This Bible is a letter from Him, and we prize it beyond the finest gold.

Hope as much as ever a man can hope; for when your hope is in God you cannot hope too much.

Let us seek grace to become importunate pleaders of a sort that cannot be denied, since their faith overcomes heaven by prayer.

Confession with the mouth is a sort of breaking away from the world. When a man says with his mouth, "I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ," it is as good as saying to the world, "I have done with you.'

He is the devil's advocate who would judge the punishment of the impenitent to be a light one.

We hear men crying, "Lo here!" and "Lo there!' This wonder and that marvel are cried up. It would seem that the age of miracles has returned to certain hot-heads. Take ye no heed of all this. False prophets will be left in the lurch, but the word of the Lord will stand.

To keep debt, dirt, and the devil out of my cottage has been my greatest wish ever since I set up housekeeping.

It is the quiet man, the meek man, who is always hard to be turned aside from his purpose.

Some trades and callings are like a tropical climate, and their blackening effect is soon visible; certain companies are still more so; they make their mark upon the best of men, and that mark is not to their improvement.

Repent of sin and fly from it earnestly and with your whole heart.

Though we die in one sense, yet in another we shall not die, but live. We shall come forth from the land of the enemy in fullness of joy.

Standing in one of the halls of the Orphanage is the very pulpit from which I savingly heard the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ. Though I have no reverence for relics of any sort, yet a flood of grateful memories flows before me as I look upon the platform whereon stood the unknown brother who pointed me to Jesus.

He loves us better than we love ourselves.

If there were anything yet to be revealed which would render your hope a delusion at the end, you should have been made acquainted with it; Jesus Himself would break the sad news to you; He would not leave you to be horrified by finding it out for yourselves.

Don't throw away dirty water till you have got clean.