"That no flesh should glory in His presence." 1 Cor. 1:29
Man's religion is to build up the creature. God's religion is to throw the creature down in the dust of self-abasement, and to glorify Christ.
A mystery to yourself
O, what slow learners!
Take me as I am
Nothing but a huge clod of dust
How can they escape?
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God shall supply
Our infirmities
Why are you in despair?
Treasure in earthen vessels
Trials, temptations, stripping, emptying
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No fear!
These difficulties!
Idolatry!
Inward conflicts
Wounds, bruises, putrefying sores
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The wilderness wanderer
Temptation
Idling life away like an idiot or a madman
This wily devil!
To bathe in the ocean of endless bliss!
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The King in His beauty
Can the Ethiopian change his skin?
That heavenly Teacher
Preserving grace before regeneration
Free!
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These fugitive, transitory things
A sad motley mixture
Enlarge my heart
Our refuge!
Supernatural light
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Little heathen
Wearied, torn & half expiring
I am weak & ignorant, full of sin
By the grace of God
The anointing
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Can I be a child of God, and be thus?
The truth shall make you free!
Sin cannot be subdued in any other way
Two kinds of repentance
Have we nothing to give to Christ?
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Suffering
In this scene of confusion & distraction
His own sore
What are we, when we have no trials?
Spiritual poverty
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The religion of a dead professor
Have we not leaned upon a thousand things?
No sight, short of this
The penetrating light of the spirit
All true religion
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The regenerating operations of the Holy Spirit
This hard school of painful experience
Difficulties, obstacles & hindrances
The poison fang of sin!
A penitent backslider & a forgiving God!
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Salvation!
A peculiar people
Softened, broke & melted your heart
Fixed & fastened by an Almighty hand
When we are reduced to poverty & beggary
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As they come, they weep
This is the saint's inheritance!
Savoury food such as their soul loves
A smoother way to glory?
Seek real things
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We stand upon slippery places!
One grain of holiness
Hidden manna
Entangled, perplexed & distressed
Lifeless, barren head knowledge
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Poor in spirit
Utter fools!
The heart of God's child
A spirit of delusion
Husks which the swine eat
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Then they cried
O what painful work it is!
Accepted!
Blundering & stumbling on in darkness
When you are in the wilderness
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O what crowds of pitiable objects
Trouble, sorrow & affliction
From a burning hell—to a blissful heaven!
Our own wisdom, righteousness & strength
Oh! Sweet grace, blessed grace!
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Dying
Which is better?
There must be continual trials
Personal, spiritual, experimental knowledge
Help from the sanctuary
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Holy wrestling
A disciple of Jesus
Sovereign, supreme disposal
You must not love one of these glittering baubles
One unmingled scene of happiness & pleasure
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The rod was dipped in love
The best teacher
Buried in the grave of carnality & worldliness
A solitary drop of this holy anointing oil
Practical atheists
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Dead in sin
Continual salvation
The fatal mistake of thousands
The great secret of vital godliness
If the devil ever feels joy
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Fear not!
The desire of our soul
O Self! Self!
That dear, idolized creature
Unquenched and unquenchable!
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Crawl like a serpent, roar like a lion
If you want to see what sin really is
Hard-hearted, cold-blooded, wise-headed
Our sanctuary
Poor, miserable, paltry works of a polluted worm!
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Mere toys & baubles
Heavenly dew
Coming up from the wilderness
When we gaze upon the lifeless corpse
There, on the other side, is my solitary soul
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Even your own relatives think you are almost insane
Straight paths
Have nothing to do with them
The foulest filth under the cleanest cloak
Familiarity with sacred things
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Pride, self-conceit & self-exaltation
What? Will He forgive us all sins?
This sacred anointing
What makes the children of God so strange?
With His stripes we are healed
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Strangle & suffocate it!
They shall never perish!
All things!
Without a spot or wrinkle or any other blemish!
Bitten by this serpent's tooth
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The sin of pride
They need a mighty God
The Lord sometimes flogs His children home!
Talk like an angel—and live like a devil
This idol-making, idol-loving world
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Many hard lessons
Were we left wholly in its hands!
Romantic dreams of pleasure & earthly joy?
The love of the truth
These lovers of ours
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It is in these storms
The incredible greatness of His power
His secret power & influence
All iniquity
If your flesh had its full swing
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A coward's castle
Some beloved idol?
That monstrous creature within us!
The soul's natural element
Godly sorrow
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But our coward flesh shrinks from them!
The filthy holes & puddles in which it grovels
The Lord's secret power in our souls
God's house
When the Holy Spirit preaches the gospel
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We get entangled with some idol
The sins & slips of the saints
Experimental knowledge
Friend, can you understand my riddle?
My greatest enemy?
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There are many plans in a man's heart
All are more or less deeply infected with it
Ministers are often desirous
Super-abounding grace
Job's religion
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The way in which the Spirit of God works
The world is passing away
Weary
Oh, how religious he once used to be!
It is a creature of many lives!
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The believer's chief troubles
A religion that satisfies thousands
Down they sink to the bottom!
Who can come out of the battle alive?
God's mercy.
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A flowery path?
Toys & playthings of the religious baby-house
But oh, the struggle! Oh, the conflict!
A snake, a monkey, an onion, a bit of rag
The mother & mistress of all the sins
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I needed no monkish rules then
The strong man sinks down into a babe!
Save me, and I shall be saved!
Crush its viper head with the heel of our boot!
What a battlefield is the heart
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How can he travel through this waste-howling wilderness?
If God left us for a single hour
A worldly spirit will ever peep out
Enticing words of man's wisdom
A peculiar, indescribable, invincible power
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The deep things of God
The religionists of the day
My leanness, my leanness!
Those poor stupid people!
We were not always a set of poor mopes
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You were secretly lifted up with pride
To walk after the flesh
The very thought is appalling!
I will give you rest
That which is highly esteemed among men
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Invincibly & irresistibly drawn
Woman's chief besetting sins
Not your own!
Do you seek great things for yourself?
We would not be such muck-worms!
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Tender mercies
Can Christ love one like me?
A woman's best ornament
O you filthy creature!
You never knew what real happiness was!
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Were it no bigger than a child's doll
All your filthiness
What things were gain to me
Looking down into a filthy pit!
The largest slice of the well-sugared cake
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Can they beat back this monster to his filthy den?
When it comes in the guise of a friend
Canaanitish idols & heathenish abominations
This inward conflict
Desperately wicked
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So many truly sincere & religious people
Sick of sin, sick of self, sick of the world
A hundred doctrines floating in the head
However low we may sink
Nothing but a slave!
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A glory, a beauty & a sweetness
Having nothing—and yet possessing all things
Riches, honours & comforts
The continued teachings of the Spirit
It will come in at every chink & crevice!
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At last to cheat the devil!
Cursed is the man
That hideous idol self in his little shrine
Such a perpetual & unceasing conflict?
We need grace, free grace
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We are not flogged into loving Him
O what a company of lusts!
As if this beautiful viper had no poison fang!
The very remedy for all the maladies which we groan under!
Weaned from feeding on husks & ashes
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That secret loveliness
Lord, I feel my own utter helplessness!
O what a way of learning religion!
Wrought with divine power
The more lovely does Jesus appear!
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We bring affliction upon ourselves
A religious animal
What a contrast!
Sweet buy!
God's perfect will
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Which is the more obnoxious to God
Five devil-isms!
This is the struggle!
It is I
That sweet grace
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Slaves of Satan!
Trials, temptations, sorrows, perplexities
Love not the world
Paul's highest attainment
Let God but take the cover off
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When the cold winds are whistling over your grave
The art of preaching
My desire is
A great & inestimable mercy
Such monsters are more fit for a travelling circus
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An apostolic face & a Judas heart
A languishing body
A painted bauble
The religion which I want
It will matter little when I lie in my coffin!
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A little drop of purity in the midst of impurity
If Mr. Pride gets a wound in the head
Our greatest enemy
The end will make amends for all!
We are no longer young
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The afflictions of the ungodly
Like a little child in the arms of eternal love
The end of God in all His doings & dealings
The only smile worth having
Dead & dark seasons
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At the cross
How many, O how many
It has ruined him, body & soul
Three books
The whole apparatus of religion
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Things which the angels desire to look into
This most precious & suitable Saviour!
My path
The desires of the flesh & of the mind
If you are at home in the world
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Thirst
All the devil's tricks!
A natural religiosity.
A louder witness
Precious & glorious
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That was more than His holy soul could bear!
The religion of man
The wings of a butterfly
Yawning & lounging their time away
The blind, three-headed idol
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Overcoming the world
We must be taught of God
This reptile heart
What cold—what heartless work
We are, most of us, so fettered down
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Forever swallowed up with His presence & love
They shall come with weeping
When the body sinks
The general religion of the day
Walking with God
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If there were no furnace
Known to our hearts by a divine power
A man who reads his eyes out!
Holiness & truth
Such exceedingly religious people
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Hard as a stone, cold as ice, motionless as a corpse
Those divine & heavenly truths
The grand deceit of Satan
Divine breathings
Shrouded in mystery
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Composed out of dead men's brains!
The caged wolf
We have no abiding city here
A refuge from our sinful, vile & guilty selves!
A smooth easy path
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Will not this make ample amends for all?
To learn our religion in such a painful way
The sum & substance of the Scriptures
Trials & afflictions
A great lesson
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If we were wholly left to ourselves
When we are in the furnace
Far better than living in this vain world
The charms of the world & the pleasures of sin
Trials & afflictions 1
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Tender mercies 1
The special & unceasing grace of God
An adder would come out of every one of them!
A puzzle to myself
I feel my ignorance in divine things
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Continually haunting me
Gently whispering to you
Almighty, though gentle, fingers
Super-abounding grace 1
Snares of death
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That wonderful medicine!
A living religion
If there were no love of sin
These hideous monsters
All our acts in babyhood
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A mysterious thing
We are like truant children!
What a wretched man I am!
The grand bent of man's carnal heart
When they feel leprous to the core
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Your temporal trials are included
Don't leave my soul destitute
Secret divine communications
Earthen vessels
The fruits of a godly life
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Dangerous & worst spots
The sympathy of Christ
A question which deeply interests
The love & worship of idols
If a man was left by God
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With bitter grief & mournful cry
Seas of blood & love!
The sum & substance of all vital godliness
The mountaintop of pride
A boundless treasury of trials
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A world of deception & falsehood
Nothing but sovereign grace
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