To Those To Whom Christ Is The

To Suppose That Whatever God Requireth Of Us That We Have Power Of Ourselves To Do, Is To Make The Cross And Grace Of Jesus Christ Of None Effect.

Longing, Breathing, And Panting After Deliverance Is A Grace In Itself, That Has A Mighty Power To Conform The Soul Into The Likeness Of The Thing Longed After...unless You Long For Deliverance You Shall Not Have It.

Set Faith At Work On Christ For The Killing Of Thy Sin. His Blood Is The Great Sovereign Remedy For Sin-sick Souls. Live In This, And Thou Wilt Die A Conqueror; Yea, Thou Wilt, Through The Good Providence Of God, Live To See Thy Lust Dead At Thy Feet.

The Whole Pelagian Poison Of Free-will ... A Clear Exaltation Of The Old Idol Free-will Into The Throne Of God ... That The Decaying Estate Of Christianity Have Invented.

There Is Not A Day But Sin Foils Or Is Foiled, Prevails Or Is Prevailed Upon. It Will Always Be So While We Live In This World. Sin Will Not Spare For One Day. There Is No Safety But In A Constant Warfare For Those Who Desire Deliverance From Sin's Perplexing Rebellion.