Maxioms by Samuel Rutherford
Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.
Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.
Commemoration of John Mason Neale, Priest, Poet, 1866 Think it not hard if you get not your will, read more
Commemoration of John Mason Neale, Priest, Poet, 1866 Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay read more
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay of a dying life. One sight of what my Lord hath let me see within this short time, is worth a world of worlds.
Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will... read more
Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will... Once I would make much ado, if I saw not the world carved and set in order to my liking; now I am silent, when I see God... is fattening and feeding the children of perdition. I pray God, I may never find my will again.