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“There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .” ― Charles Spurgeon “Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.” ― C. H. Spurgeon “Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.” ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon “If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.” ― Charles Spurgeon “A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.” ― Charles Spurgeon “Visit many good books, but live in the Bible.” ― Charles Spurgeon “When your will is God's will, you will have your will.” ― Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV)    |
| The depths of ev'ry heart is filled with sadness on our own, until we see, that One once killed has risen all alone. "I am not good enough to save. I'm awful, and despised. Too much of me has sinned, depraved. Too much I hate, once prized." "You cannot be the good at all, that comes to me to live. You need just heed my Father's call, a gift to me He'd give." The pain of ev'ry human heart is our own Hell on Earth. One touch from Jesus truly starts real Hope through His new birth. Redemption's Price was paid by One, Who died, that I might live to make me His own blessed son to joy, and ever thrive. I've known my sadness in Despond's dark murky, smelly Slough, but He has rescued oft beyond. His Smiling Help it's through. The vict'ry's not one aught my own for He has rescued me. He stepped down from His blinding Throne to mortal weakness free. He makes me new with strength, not mine. He keeps me in His Hand. Now grafted in His lasting vine He teaches me to stand upon the heights I could not go, except He placed me there. He's making me to ever know He frees me from each care. Though still I face the tests of day and nights without the moon, I know I'll live with Him for aye, called "morning, night or noon." by Jay O’Toole on April 11th, 2022 |
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