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The stronghold of the contemplation of Christ's glory affords the soul rest, for it will be made evident that our troubles grow on the root of an over-valuation of temporal things. The mind is its own greatest troubler.

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John Owen
Age: 67 †
Born: 1616
Born: January 1
Died: 1683
Died: August 24
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All that may be known of God for our salvation, especially his wisdom, love, goodness, grace and mercy on which the life of our souls depends, are represented to us in all their splendour in and through Christ. No wonder then that Christ is glorious in the eyes of believers!
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If we believe not with faith divine and supernatural, we believe not at all.
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Christ is the meat, the bread, the food of our souls. Nothing is in him of a higher spiritual nourishment than his love, which we should always desire.
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It is not the glorious battlements, the painted windows, the crouching gargoyles that support a building, but the stones that lie unseen in or upon the earth. It is often those who are despised and trampled on that bear up the weight of a whole nation.
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We cannot enjoy peace in this world unless we are ready to yield to the will of God in respect of death. Our times are in His hand, at His sovereign disposal. We must accept that as best.
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It is truth alone that capacitates any soul to glorify God.
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When we have communion with God in the doctrine we contend for-then shall we be garrisoned by the grace of God against all the assaults of men.
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As a tender and loving friend is grieved at the unkindness of his friend... so is it with this tender and loving Spirit, who hath chosen our hearts for a habitation to dwell in.
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There is not a day but sin foils or is foiled, prevails or is prevailed on and it will be so whilst we live in this world.
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Let, then, the word be preached, and the sins of men will be rebuked, lust will be restrained, and some oppositions will be made against sin, though that be not the effect aimed at.
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I wish thy lot, now bad, still worse, my friend, for when at worst, they say, things always mend.
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There is only one way to be revived and healed from our backslidings so that we may become fruitful even in old age. We must take a steady look at the glory of Christ in His special character, in His grace and work, as shown to us in the Scripture.
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Christ so loves his people that he sings with joy over them.
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To kill sin is the work of living men where men are dead (as all unbelievers, the best of them, are dead), sin is alive, and will live.
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Would a soul continually eye His everlasting tenderness and compassion...[then] it could not bear an hour's absence from Him whereas now, perhaps, it cannot watch with him one hour.
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It being our duty to mortify... we must be at work. He that is appointed to kill an enemy, if he leave striking before the other ceases living, does but half his work.
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