Christ's Comfort for Weary Pilgrims!
A treasury of our best devotional gems
"Christ is all!" Colossians 3:11
"From the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another!" John 1:16
Carry all your concerns to Him — in the arms of faith!,.
My Shepherd!,.
Nine evils which death will put an end to,.
Treasures and pleasures!,.
That spiritual pipe,.
An arm that can never be broken!,.
An easy hell,.
The infinite ocean of Christ's love!,.
The nest was destroyed,.
Sin is shut out — and they are shut in!,.
He has done all things well.,.
The sufferings of this present time,.
My Father!,.
Would you see what sin is?,.
View well the monster in true light!,.
We can't even imagine!,.
My needs — His fullness!,.
Home, sweet home! There is no place like home!,.
A poor, weak, and trembling creature,.
Everyone had a home — but Him!,.
An outlet and an inlet,.
Not our home!,.
Altogether lovely!,.
I would have been perfectly submissive!,.
The last pang, and groan, and tear!,.
It was not human misery — but divine love!,.
The happiest moment of his life!,.
What a heaven!,.
Had I a thousand lives, a thousand souls,.
When they are twisted out of my hand,.
All the sins of the saints,.
For you, a vile sinner, a rebel worm!,.
In the midst of all the wild scene — Stephen fell asleep!,.
The grand object of the eye of faith!,.
Look at the King in His beauty!,.
Oh! what a pillow on which to rest your aching head!,.
What a comfort is this!,.
He drank it up — every drop!,.
The Lord's gentle usher,.
What!,.
What a wonderful person!,.
God's jewels!,.
Behold the Emperor of Woe!,.
That ruthless invader of all happiness!,.
No mind has imagined,.
HE cares for ME!,.
The most precious thing in heaven or earth,.
God does not deal with us in this 'sentimental' way!,.
Evil chapters in your 'life story',.
An undressing from his sins and infirmities,.
The moment after our friends say we are dead,.
He cannot love you more!,.
Plato's wish,.
Like sugar in our tea!,.
Calvary's stupendous scene!,.
Devour me, devour me!,.
Meditate on HEAVEN!,.
Look up today, O parched plant!,.
This strange, double picture of Jesus!,.
The process was not easy!,.
The funeral of all your sorrows!,.
For His poor Rachel,.
The happy exchange,.
All the hell that you shall ever have!,.
A sea of sweetness,.
We also rejoice in our afflictions!,.
Such a friend,.
Look upon death,.
My Father's home,.
THE CHRISTIAN JOURNEY
The endless, blissful theme!,.
If only we could but read the writing!,.
She is ugly!,.
The dirty lane,.
Travelling to glory, honour, immortality and eternal life!,.
Happiness hunters!,.
No wonder the maidens love You!,.
Those doltish children!,.
Our Maker becomes our Husband!,.
Crawling along the road of life,.
No more disease, no more weakness, no more pain!,.
Spiritual joys,.
Invincibly and irresistibly drawn,.
He saw that they were in serious trouble!,.
Make us 'clods of earth' into 'stars of glory',.
Letter to a stricken soul,.
That one majestic, inconceivable,.
And when you feel weak — lean hard!,.
If a man had to wade breast deep through a thousand hells!,.
The school of pain!,.
It was the golden link of love!,.
These venomous creatures!,.
The joys of that eternal banqueting house!,.
He never trusts 'the rod' out of His own hand!,.
A faint symbol of unutterable affection!,.
O blessed hurricane!,.
Man sins — and God dies!,.
Death is a change of place,.
Death is a change of employment,.
No serpent crawls along that pavement!,.
"Here — put your troubles here!",.
O what crowds of pitiable objects!,.
Your severest sufferings,.
The kingship of Christ,.
It will matter little when I lie in my coffin! ,.
The last pang, and groan, and tear!,.
The physician and the patient,.
The best Physician,.
God takes away the creature!,.
Jesus came leaping!,.
You are the one who has done this!,.
The very cream of heaven!,.
If there were an ant at the door of your granary,.
There is none like Jesus!,.
Do not expect a smooth and easy path!,.
O what a melting consideration is this!,.
Meditate upon DEATH!,.
All this, and unspeakably more!,.
Run to your Father!,.
He is altogether lovely!,.
Our "thorn",.
The more vile Christ made Himself for us,.
These vile bodies of ours!,.
Fullness of joy!,.
Engraved!,.
Any moment we may be stricken down!,.
These scars!,.
Your dying day,.
O stand amazed at His free grace!,.
A few more throbbing of this aching heart!,.
This my Friend!,.
When I am weak — then I am strong,.
The scars of the saints!,.
Why am I so averse to die? ,.
The bliss of heaven,.
The pagans run after all these things!,.
Nothing feeds, nothing refreshes, nothing delights my soul,.
Perhaps He will smite you!,.
Christ is our pelican!,.
The death of your godly daughter,.
The spy-glass of faith!,.
Our Father is taking care of us!,.
A heaven unto me!,.
When He does not punish!,.
The sacrifice of Himself!,.
Death cannot hurt you! ,.
The glory of heaven!,.
Poor in self — rich in Jesus!,.
What more can any Christian desire?,.
In affliction look to Jesus,.
O Divine Lover!,.
The gate of death, and the gate of glory, are one!,.
A never-fading beauty!,.
Here is an arm that never can be broken!,.
Christ is . . .,.
God's file and flail,.
Love suffering, and bleeding, and expiring!,.
Death to the Christian,.
All this, and unspeakably more!,.
You have all your hearts can wish!,.
The unsearchable riches of Christ!,.
His most afflictive dispensations,.
He gave so much that He could give no more!,.
Gods appointments!,.
Happy beyond conception!,.
My Rock!,.
Unfathomable oceans of grace,.
Then they hiss and spit their venom! ,.
A bottomless, boundless, endless ocean!,.
This year I may be in heaven!,.
Oh, this is heaven, the heaven of heaven!,.
He is especially kind to the lambs,.
Very precious,.
Afflictions, when sanctified,.
A sea of blood, wrath, sin, sorrow, misery,.
In that region of unsullied happiness,.
He makes all His subjects kings!,.
Pile in one mass,.
Perhaps, while we are admiring our gourd,.
He is my Beloved, my Shepherd, my Saviour and my Husband!,.
Our true, abiding home.,.
A weak, defenceless, foolish creature!,.
We shall be so ravished,.
God shoots many kinds of arrows,.
It is utterly impossible!,.
Neither Christ nor heaven can be hyperbolized!,.
My Support,.
Which of our senses shall be most enthralled?,.
In the furnace of affliction,.
If you meet that poor wretch who thrust his spear into My side!,.
All the ravishments of His presence and love!,.
Lean hard!,.
Born with a tear in His eye!,.
Fiery trials — make golden Christians!,.
O the love of His royal heart!,.
No hissing serpent,.
He will carry the lambs in His arms,.
Me, the vilest of the vile!,.
God's sin-purging medicine,.
He groaned, bled, and died for you!,.
The great attraction of heaven!,.
ALMIGHTY GUIDANCE,.
This baffles all our comprehension! ,.
It took the baby out of the young mother's arms the other night!,.
I need just such a friend,.
One hour in heaven!,.
The load will be too heavy for us!,.
We will be like Him!,.
Engraved!,.
A place where sorrow cannot live — and joy cannot die!,.
The presence of a loving God!,.
Worms should be made kings!,.
Put all sorrow's wounds into His hand,.
Look unto Me!,.
God's bag and bottle,.