It was not the nails
Satan's tether!
Love at first sight!
They are mere muck-worms!
According to their various needs
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When the Lord makes up His jewels
A monster in the church of God!
Deaf & dumb?
Transformed into His likeness
The sovereignty of God
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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?
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Sin, Satan & the world
The hardest thing in the world!
It was not the nails nor the spear
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Deity suffered, bled & died!
If you had a crippled child
True prayer
A sealed book
The eye of God
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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
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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
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Fitted together perfectly
Loaded dice!
Whatever other form self may come
What is your heaviest trial?
This body of sin & death!
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A few grains of error
A few grains of error 1
When a man loathes himself
Such a deceptive creature
The strait & narrow path
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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
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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
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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.
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He fell through the sieve!
Lean, barren, dead & unprofitable
And is not this a painful operation?
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Earthly, sensual, devilish
Divine eye-salve
Where are they?
Mark the contrast!
He cannot see, nor know, nor feel
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Take a glance
Snares, traps, baits
Carnal joy
Baubles, toys, passing shadows
Glued & fettered
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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!
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If you want to eat your food in misery
My groaning!
God's presence!
If I wash myself with snow
The unceasing conflict
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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
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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
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Such a mystery
Destitute of vital godliness
Our lost, ruined state
Inward ornaments
A precious, saving experience
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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
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Your money
A slavery too galling for our proud heart to bear!
Romantic expectations of a little earthly paradise?
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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!
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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
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You can do yourself more harm in five minutes
A snare, a mockery & a delusion
Bosom idols
A mother sin
Believing a few doctrines
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Reading the word under divine influence
He will turn again
Strangers & pilgrims
Our religious works
All these slips & falls
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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
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Felt helplessness & utter ruin
A paradox & an apparent contradiction
We have to fight
A sanctifying influence
We are troubled on every side
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Delivered!
Some of the privileges of Son-ship
A heavenly religion
We are not to set our affections on them
Defiled, loathsome & abominable
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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
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This simple, this single, this sincere desire
O how cruel!
My grace is sufficient.
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Eternal life.
Shall we then go back
Only two grand classes
We need a high priest
The consequences of death
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Errors abound on every side
Give! Give!
Holy longings & spiritual breathings
The scale!
When Jesus manifests Himself to the soul
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A few minutes sweet communion
What grace!
There is no purgatory
A miracle of grace
Strength in the time of trouble
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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!
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Our best works?
Seducers & corrupters
Up from the wilderness
Who is this?
Heavenly wisdom
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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
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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
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We are all in the hospital
When the children of God meet
The creature
Our base ingratitude
Where sin abounded
This secret anointing oil
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The sins of devils
The exceeding greatness of His power
What a creature man is!
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They make him mourn
I am full of confusion!
My inward diabolism
The afflictions the Lord sends on His people
Who are these men?
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Self-esteem & self-exaltation?
The highest privilege
A pilgrim & a stranger
They have done you good
God's divine appointment
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Saved!.
Merit?
Applied with a divine power to the heart
If we deny Him
A continual snare to us
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The heavenly runner
Comfort your hearts
The hypocrite's hope
Going to heaven?
It was sovereign grace
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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
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He is a poor man
Be merciful to me
Pity & power
God's teachings
Nothing but the power of God
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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
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Has He ever erred?
Only one hand can ease the trouble
Feeding upon this vile garbage?
And why?
Promises
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It is not our holiness
Oh that I knew where I might find Him!
What Job wanted
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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
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We cannot help or deliver ourselves
What is vital godliness?
Backsliding.
By the fall
Divine light
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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
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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
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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
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Think for a moment
Temptation.1
When I am weak
A time to weep
A time to mourn
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The flesh
Bought with a price
Labouring under temptations
What does God see in you?
He cannot find real pleasure in the world
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Natural conviction for sin
Objects of undeserved love
Humility.1
Godly fear
Conversion
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Found in hypocrites, apostates & reprobates
Salvation consists of three parts
Salvation as an internal reality
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Man's religion
This ceaseless conflict
What mysterious arithmetic!
The height of Christian maturity
Our coward flesh shrinks from the flame
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Weighed, measured & timed by infinite love
The discovery of what we are
They shall walk and not faint
Wait
The soaring soul
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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
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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
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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
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One of the worst spots
What a mine of heavenly instruction!
True prayer.
Throw it into the river!
So dreadful, so hateful & abhorrent
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My soul is exceedingly sorrowful
I admire and love the grace of God
In a lame state
Born blind?
Such a sight
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Genuine soul humility
When the blessed Spirit takes us in hand
Happy.
Which would you rather be?
The grand delusion of our day
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Pluck out the peacock feathers
The God of all grace
The fruits of suffering
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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?
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The free grace of God!
The black cloud of our vileness
How does the Lord humble?
The steep hill
A more blessed appetite
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More and more dependent on Him
The first spot
The regenerating operations of the Holy Spirit
A transforming effect
The path may be rough
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It has made him love sin & hate God
Indispensably necessary
The least religion of their own
What vain toys
The evils of their heart
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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
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What shall she know?
Those who followed Him
That one sin
What!
When God looks upon His elect
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We love a smooth path
God's purpose
Not a grain! Not an atom!
When, where & to whom it shall come
Painful vicissitudes & changes
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The soundest doctrines in his head
A thousand different shapes & colours
Brain religion
The road to heaven
Until we view eternal purity
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A constant clog to the soul
Your paradise
A poor bruised reed
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Moab at ease
In the sweetest cup of the ungodly
A solitary way
Hopeless, helpless, house-less, refuge-less
The prospect of eternal glory
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Sufferings & sorrows of an incarnate God!
The eye of God
A perfect saint
Scanderbeg's sword
Love to Christ
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