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It was not the nails Satan's tether! 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	The wilderness 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 True prayer 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 Loaded dice! 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 The river 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 Temptation.
He fell through the sieve! Lean, barren, dead & unprofitable And is not this a painful operation?	Earthly, sensual, devilish Divine eye-salve Where are they? Mark the contrast! He cannot see, nor know, nor feel	Take a glance Snares, traps, baits Carnal joy 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 Sculptor The lusts of the flesh!	If you want to eat your food in misery My groaning! God's presence! 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 Inward ornaments 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
Your money A slavery too galling for our proud heart to bear! Romantic expectations of a little earthly paradise?	Satisfaction? 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 Bosom idols 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	Delivered! 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 No condemnation 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.	Eternal life. Shall we then go back Only two grand classes We need a high priest The consequences of death	Errors abound on every side Give! Give! Holy longings & spiritual breathings The scale! When Jesus manifests Himself to the soul
A few minutes sweet communion What grace! 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? Heavenly wisdom
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 The creature 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
Saved!. Merit? 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 God's teachings 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? And why? Promises
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? Backsliding. By the fall Divine light
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 Temptation.1 When I am weak A time to weep A time to mourn	The flesh 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 Humility.1 Godly fear Conversion
Found in hypocrites, apostates & reprobates Salvation consists of three parts Salvation as an internal reality	Man's religion 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 Wait 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! True prayer 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 Born blind? Such a sight	Genuine soul humility When the blessed Spirit takes us in hand Happy. 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 Indispensably necessary The least religion of their own What vain toys The evils of their heart	Doctrines floating in the brain? The race! 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 What! When God looks upon His elect	We love a smooth path God's purpose 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 Brain religion The road to heaven Until we view eternal purity
A constant clog to the soul Your paradise 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 Scanderbeg's sword Love to Christ
Behold Him A living Saviour Slaves He abhors that cruel tyrant What a wonder of wonders!	Has the Lord made sin your burden? Heaven will make amends for all! Time of trouble Mere 'professors' of religion When He removes our rotten props	My fear Obeyed & lived Pilgrims & strangers on this earthly ball The same Jesus One drop of solid joy
Laid upon them by the hand of God Until our eyes are divinely opened When I am weak What we were The ultimatum of gospel obedience	A remedy for every disease To starve them in a waste-howling wilderness Whatever you may have in this world How shall they reach the heavenly shore? Then they have done you good	Divinely communicated God does not argue His effectual instrument O my soul His omnipotent power can execute
Continual supplies of His grace Entangled Sweet spirituality of mind	A secret yet sacred power Friendly enemies A fleshly religion Madly enamoured with his own righteousness This work of grace	A secret, soft, gentle going forth of love & affection What a pretty looking thing! The spider & the fly Growth in grace A damnable thing
But the voice soon comes Keep me from evil A blessing indeed What makes them cry? The believer's path	The burden may still remain

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