Maxioms by Samuel Rutherford
Every man thinketh he is rich enough in grace, till he take out his purse, and... then he findeth it read more
Every man thinketh he is rich enough in grace, till he take out his purse, and... then he findeth it but poor and light in the day of a heavy trial. I found I had not enough to bear my expenses, and should have fainted, if want and penury had not chased me to the storehouse of all.
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!
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.
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay read more
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay of a dying life. One sight of what my Lord hath let me see within this short time, is worth a world of worlds.
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.
