PRESERVATION & PERSEVERANCE
The almighty power which sustains the stars in their orbits—is equally necessary to carry me home to Heaven. John NewtonA continual supply of grace, comfort, and strength
I am a perverse and unruly patient!
God will not throw away His jewels!
A union which will last forever!
What a mercy that I have been preserved so long!
Without supplies of grace from Christ!
When I hide myself in the Rock of Ages cleft for me
Can we ever reach the promised land?
The believer's eternal confession!
Ask yourselves, "Am I this blessed person?"
Why, papa, you have mamma and me left
I am sure I cannot endure to the end!
We have need to use this prayer at all times
Unless we are upheld by an invisible arm!
The temptation, and the opportunity
In that moment we would fall into mischief and misery, if not into Hell!
They chained and nailed their god Apollo to a post!
The best of saints are sinners
You have but a little way to go
But oh, the struggle! oh, the conflict!
What a contrast, mixture, paradox I am!
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand
These peril-beset feet of mine!
He never takes His eyes off them!
Our continual and absolute need of Christ
My grace is sufficient for you
His sheep feed in the midst of wolves!
We are never out of danger, while we are out of Heaven!
God's work of grace in the soul
Under Divine teaching and guidance
What a holy, happy life is this!
We not only need help every day — but every moment!
A poor, weak, and trembling creature
The slippery paths of a tempted, tried and afflicted believer
Nothing but God's infinite mercy has held us up!
Who are they, and from where did they come?
There are many roaring devils around us
Blessed are the poor in spirit
If I were not so poor, so sick, so foolish
The model and strength of his life
Nothing but the blood of Christ
These forty years in the wilderness
But my eye and my heart are to Jesus!
How can he travel through this waste howling wilderness?
We journey onward through a waste howling wilderness
And will He feed His birds — and starve His children?
Lord, I feel my own utter helplessness!
He who commits suicide to get out of trouble
The believer's growth in grace
Not one of us would ever be saved!
He will guide us to the end of the journey
They shall not swoon, nor halt, nor turn back
An almost boundless capacity of wickedness
Steep, craggy, and beset with foes!
I am truly a marvel and miracle!
A miracle of omnipotent grace!
I do not believe that our heavenly Father will ever forget His redeemed children
A weak, defenseless, thoughtless creature — and prone to wander!
If your flesh had its full swing
The way to obtain the help of God
Many are the hindrances, and many the snares!
This is not your resting-place
A little, poor, helpless child
Let God but take the cover off
Lord, I am a poor, blind child
Guilt, filth, power, love, and practice
I will hold you up with My victorious right hand!
A little drop of purity in the midst of impurity
In a most mysterious and inexplicable manner
Preserving grace before regeneration
She had been plucked from the burning fires of Sodom!
If God left us for a single hour
If only one of God's sheep were to perish!
He fell today, and I may fall tomorrow!
What! Will He forgive us all sins?
The sins and slips of the saints
Make straight paths for your feet
Safe in the Almighty Shepherd's hands!
Go, perish! ungrateful apostate!
The youngest, the weakest, the sickliest
To bathe in the ocean of endless bliss!
Wearied, torn, and half expiring
No pilgrim has perished on the road!
Remaining enmity, sin, and ungodliness
Were we left wholly in its hands!
The work of our great high priest at present
The hard-hearted, cold-blooded, wise-headed
professor sees no snaresThe Lord's secret power in our souls?
Ah! we live in an enemy's land!
Behold His precious Gift transfixed to it!
He sees you, haggard, hunger-stricken
I will uphold you with My victorious right hand!
They will never perish — ever!
If God restrained us not
Like a rock!Unless sustained by a heavenly arm
The best of saints would fall into the worst of sins?
We are never beyond the reach of His care!
All others are walking to perdition!
How are we to walk safely along such a path?
But for the special and unceasing grace of God
What a debt of love we owe Him!
If God should forsake the best saint?
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