|It was not the nails
Love at first sight!
They are mere muck-worms!
According to their various needs
|When the Lord makes up His jewels
A monster in the church of God!
Deaf & dumb?
Transformed into His likeness
The sovereignty of God
Only a huge clod of dust
Many are called
He puts His hand in a mysterious way into the heart
How do we receive Jesus?
|Sin, Satan & the world
The hardest thing in the world!
It was not the nails nor the spear
|Deity suffered, bled & died!
If you had a crippled child
A sealed book
The eye of God
|A rough, rugged & thorny road|
If I have learned anything
Look how sin has ruined your soul
Look how sin has ruined your soul 1
|The history of the Old Testament
Three branches of divine truth
They only plunge themselves deeper in the ditch!
Grace & glory
The secret of super-abounding grace
|Fitted together perfectly
Whatever other form self may come
What is your heaviest trial?
This body of sin & death!
|A few grains of error|
A few grains of error 1
When a man loathes himself
Such a deceptive creature
The strait & narrow path
|He will never let you have an earthly paradise
To be truly saved
How do you measure your knowledge of truth?
Behold, I am vile
|We may easily measure men's religion
A God who will not be mocked nor trifled with
Absolute dependence upon the Lord
My grace is sufficient
O, what opposition
|Did ever a man see so filthy a sight?
The veil is taken away!
Two grand lessons
That idol, religious self
The furnace of affliction
|He fell through the sieve!
Lean, barren, dead & unprofitable
And is not this a painful operation?
|Earthly, sensual, devilish
Where are they?
Mark the contrast!
He cannot see, nor know, nor feel
|Take a glance|
Snares, traps, baits
Baubles, toys, passing shadows
Glued & fettered
|Dark marks stamped upon this bright profession!
That huge, that deformed, that ugly idol
Our cobweb garment of creature righteousness
Little else than ignorance & folly!
The lusts of the flesh!
|If you want to eat your food in misery
If I wash myself with snow
The unceasing conflict
|The Lord sends afflictions for a special purpose|
The greatest burden & trial
Such a poor, blind, ignorant creature as I
A great deal of talk about religion
This sacred teaching
|When the eye is spiritually opened
Every other object of desire & affection faded away
Holy longing & intense desires
God will have all the glory!
Your greatest sweets
|Such a mystery
Destitute of vital godliness
Our lost, ruined state
A precious, saving experience
|They will not & cannot give it up|
O visit me
The Word, in the hands of the Spirit
Free from its power & influence
It is hard work to have our filth removed
A slavery too galling for our proud heart to bear!
Romantic expectations of a little earthly paradise?
The first step in the divine life
The Christian's conscience
They were out of their minds!
How different might it have been with us!
|Day by day|
Man's ways & God's ways
A desperately wicked old man
Five particular points connected with sin
We can never understand what redemption is
|You can do yourself more harm in five minutes
A snare, a mockery & a delusion
A mother sin
Believing a few doctrines
|Reading the word under divine influence
He will turn again
Strangers & pilgrims
Our religious works
All these slips & falls
|A tender, gracious, humble & godly spirit|
A Pharisaical, self-righteous spirit
What a dreadful explosion there would be!
There may be true grace in the heart
|Felt helplessness & utter ruin
A paradox & an apparent contradiction
We have to fight
A sanctifying influence
We are troubled on every side
Some of the privileges of Son-ship
A heavenly religion
We are not to set our affections on them
Defiled, loathsome & abominable
|Deepest enmity of the profane & professing world|
Sin will lurk & work
What has enabled you to continue up to this day?
No reconciliation or regeneration in the grave
|This simple, this single, this sincere desire
O how cruel!
My grace is sufficient.
Shall we then go back
Only two grand classes
We need a high priest
The consequences of death
|Errors abound on every side|
Holy longings & spiritual breathings
When Jesus manifests Himself to the soul
|A few minutes sweet communion
There is no purgatory
A miracle of grace
Strength in the time of trouble
|Heaven would be no heaven to you
What would have been our gloomy case
The great strength of sin
A sound mind
The soul melts at the sight!
|Our best works?|
Seducers & corrupters
Up from the wilderness
Who is this?
|We may have a sound creed
They love to be deceived
Opened up in all its filth & gore
The infirmities of Christian brethren
Anticipate no easy road
|Our only preservation
The influence of worldly professors
Dying men & women in a dying world
They must exert a daily & visible influence
Only Jesus can
|We are all in the hospital|
When the children of God meet
Our base ingratitude
Where sin abounded
This secret anointing oil
|The sins of devils
The exceeding greatness of His power
What a creature man is!
|They make him mourn
I am full of confusion!
My inward diabolism
The afflictions the Lord sends on His people
Who are these men?
|Self-esteem & self-exaltation?|
The highest privilege
A pilgrim & a stranger
They have done you good
God's divine appointment
Applied with a divine power to the heart
If we deny Him
A continual snare to us
|The heavenly runner
Comfort your hearts
The hypocrite's hope
Going to heaven?
It was sovereign grace
|Planted by Satan|
Know nothing, have nothing, be nothing
There are many idols in the heart
With hell are we at agreement
The joy of his heart & the theme of his tongue
|He is a poor man
Be merciful to me
Pity & power
Nothing but the power of God
|Carried away by sin
O how cruelly has sin reigned in the heart of man
One of the greatest troubles a child of God can have
Wherever we go, wherever we turn our eyes
Every fresh discovery of our vile nature
|Has He ever erred?|
Only one hand can ease the trouble
Feeding upon this vile garbage?
|It is not our holiness
Oh that I knew where I might find Him!
What Job wanted
|What is repentance?
A man's greatest & worst enemy
Screwed into him by an Almighty hand
The furnace of affliction.
The nominal professor of religion
|We cannot help or deliver ourselves|
What is vital godliness?
By the fall
|It is no easy smooth path
It levels this idol prostrate in the dust
This internal warfare
Where else can I hide?
Take the lid off the boiling pot
|The greatest attainment in religion
Sail down the stream of a dead profession
Have you ever felt the love of God in your souls?
That eternal line which separates
Dipped in love
|The difference between a believer & an unbeliever|
Rods of different sizes
Fleeting, fluctuating opinions of worms
The two characters in the temple
The road to heaven
|Think for a moment
When I am weak
A time to weep
A time to mourn
Bought with a price
Labouring under temptations
What does God see in you?
He cannot find real pleasure in the world
|Natural conviction for sin|
Objects of undeserved love
|Found in hypocrites, apostates & reprobates
Salvation consists of three parts
Salvation as an internal reality
This ceaseless conflict
What mysterious arithmetic!
The height of Christian maturity
Our coward flesh shrinks from the flame
|Weighed, measured & timed by infinite love|
The discovery of what we are
They shall walk and not faint
The soaring soul
|The religion of a dead professor.1
He knows what is best for you!
Great barriers to receiving Christ
The cause of all our misery
The authors of our own misery
|If we are travellers Zion-ward
The religious professor
We do not know what is to come
The only true commentator
We may see so much evil in ourselves
|A line chalked out by a worm!|
The secret of all preaching
Life is fast passing away
What a debt of gratitude
Allow it to embrace you
|One of the worst spots
What a mine of heavenly instruction!
Throw it into the river!
So dreadful, so hateful & abhorrent
|My soul is exceedingly sorrowful
I admire and love the grace of God
In a lame state
Such a sight
|Genuine soul humility|
When the blessed Spirit takes us in hand
Which would you rather be?
The grand delusion of our day
|Pluck out the peacock feathers
The God of all grace
The fruits of suffering
|Nothing but this can really break the sinner's heart
That is idolatry, damnable idolatry!
You cannot carry your own burdens
He will subdue our iniquities
Why is flesh so weak?
|The free grace of God!|
The black cloud of our vileness
How does the Lord humble?
The steep hill
A more blessed appetite
|More and more dependent on Him
The first spot
The regenerating operations of the Holy Spirit
A transforming effect
The path may be rough
|It has made him love sin & hate God
The least religion of their own
What vain toys
The evils of their heart
|Doctrines floating in the brain?|
A divine power in my soul?
Often sinking, often shaken, often cast down
He showers them in rich profusion
|What shall she know?
Those who followed Him
That one sin
When God looks upon His elect
|We love a smooth path
Not a grain! Not an atom!
When, where & to whom it shall come
Painful vicissitudes & changes
|The soundest doctrines in his head|
A thousand different shapes & colours
The road to heaven
Until we view eternal purity
|A constant clog to the soul
A poor bruised reed
|Moab at ease
In the sweetest cup of the ungodly
A solitary way
Hopeless, helpless, house-less, refuge-less
The prospect of eternal glory
|Sufferings & sorrows of an incarnate God!|
The eye of God
A perfect saint
Love to Christ