Many of the enemies to God’s truths, when they are silenced by the force of evidence, do, like a snail provoked, draw in their horns and spit. Faith is the eye of the soul, and the Holy Spirit’s influence is the light by which it sees.
Many of the enemies to God’s truths, when they are silenced by the force of evidence, do, like a snail provoked, draw in their horns and spit. Faith is the eye of the soul, and the Holy Spirit’s influence is the light by which it sees.
Wherever there is a Paul, to preach, there will be a Tertullus, to find fault. —from Toplady. Christ is still crucified between two thieves: Antinomianism and Phariseeism. —from Toplady.
I can compare some ranting Arminian preachers, who represent salvation as a matter of chance, and press men to help forward their own conversion, upon pain of damnation, to none so well, as to auctioneers; who, with the hammer in their hand, are always bawling out, “Now is your time; now is your time: agoing, agoing, agoing.” Such a method is equally inconsistent with the analogy of faith, and subversive of the majesty of the gospel. Shall I order a dead soul to awake, and raise itself to life?
The house that is built partly on a rock, and, partly on the sand, will fall: and the sinner, who rests his hope of salvation, partly, on Christ, and, partly on his own works, will be damned.
The elect are betrothed to Christ from everlasting, in the covenant of the grace; they are actually married to Him, and join hands with Him, in coversion; but they are not taken home to the Bridegroom’s house until death dismisses them from the body. All God’s children are stillborn. They come spiritually dead into the world. And dead they continue till they are born again of the Holy Ghost. All the promises of man to man, ought to be conditional. It is only for God to make absolute promises; for He alone is unchangeable and omnipotent.
A sovereign Protector I have, Unseen, yet for ever at hand: Unchangeably faithful to save, Almighty to rule and command! He smiles, and my comforts abound; His grace as the dew shall descend; And walls of salvation surround The soul He delights to defend. Kind Author and ground of my hope, Thee, Thee, for my God I avow; My glad Ebenezer set up, And own Thou hast helped me till now. I muse on the years that are past, Wherein my defence Thou hast proved;