PRESERVATION & PERSEVERANCE
A continual supply of grace, comfort, and strengthI am a perverse and unruly patient!
One wrong step--and down we go!
God will not throw away His jewels!
I am sure I cannot endure to the end!
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!
Our continual and absolute need of Christ
My grace is sufficient for you
His sheep feed in the midst of wolves!
God's work of grace in the soul
What a holy, happy life is this!
A poor, weak, and trembling creature
The slippery paths of a tempted, tried and afflicted believer
Who are they, and from where did they come?
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
Lord, I feel my own utter helplessness!
The believer's growth in grace
Not one of us would ever be saved!
They shall not swoon, nor halt, nor turn back
An almost boundless capacity of wickedness
A miracle of omnipotent grace!
If your flesh had its full swing
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
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
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 hard-hearted, cold-blooded, wise-headed
professor sees no snaresThe Lord's secret power in our souls?
Behold His precious Gift transfixed to it!
He sees you, haggard, hunger stricken
If God restrained us not
Like a rock!Unless sustained by a heavenly arm
A melancholy spectacle?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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