Not the labors of my hands Can fulfill thy Law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for Sin could not atone: Thou must save, and Thou alone!

Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling

I enjoy heaven already in my soul. My prayers are all converted into praises.

Grace finds us beggars but leaves us debtors.

Since much wealth too often proves a snare and an incumbrance in the Christian's race, let him lighten the weight by 'dispersing abroad and giving to the poor' whereby he will both soften the pilgrimage of his fellow travelers, and speed his own way the faster.

Faith, repentance, and holiness are no less the free gifts of God than eternal life.

The greatest judgment which God himself can, in the present life, inflict upon a man is to leave him in the hand of his own boasted 'free'-will.