Although My Memory's Fading, I

How Many Times Has He Delivered Me! Yet, Alas! How Distrustful And Ungrateful Is My Heart Even Until The Present!

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus... The Rock On Which I Build, My Shield And Hiding Place, My Never Failing Treasury, Filled With Boundless Stores Of Grace.

My Grand Point In Preaching Is To Break The Hard Heart, And To Heal The Broken One.

Christ Has Taken Our Nature Into Heaven To Represent Us; And Has Left Us On Earth, With His Nature, To Represent Him.

What Will It Profit A Man If He Gains His Cause And Silences His Adversary If At The Same Time He Loses That Humble, Tender Frame Of Spirit In Which The Lord Delights, And To Which The Promise Of His Presence Is Made?