Maxioms by Samuel Rutherford
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
Feast of Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna, Martyr, c.155 Grace tried is better than grace, and it is more read more
Feast of Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna, Martyr, c.155 Grace tried is better than grace, and it is more than grace, it is glory in its infancy. I now see godliness is more than the outside and this world's passments and their buskings [i.e., ornaments and fine dress]. Who knoweth the truth of grace without a trial? O how little getteth Christ of us, but that which he winneth (to speak so) with much toil and pains! And how soon would faith freeze without a cross?
Commemoration of John Mason Neale, Priest, Poet, 1866 Think it not hard if you get not your will, read more
Commemoration of John Mason Neale, Priest, Poet, 1866 Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.
Oh my debt of praise, how weighty is it, and how far run up! Oh that others would lend me read more
Oh my debt of praise, how weighty is it, and how far run up! Oh that others would lend me to pay, and teach me to praise!
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
