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God, harden me against myself!
I would rather burn out than rust out.
Missionary life is simply a chance to die.
There are many rooms in the House of Pain.
One must as willingly be nothing, as something.
The saddest thing one meets is a nominal Christian.
Thank God, He doesn't measure out grace in teaspoons.
Thank God, He does not measure grace out in teaspoons.
Can we follow the Savior far, who have no wound or scar?
From all that dims Thy Calvary, O Lamb of God, deliver me.
Those who think too much of themselves don't think enough.
O Love of God, do this for me: Maintain a constant victory.
God bless you and utterly satisfy your heart...with Himself.
He said "Love...as I have loved you." We cannot love too much.
It is a safe thing to trust Him to fulfill the desires which He creates
Prayer is the core of the day. Take prayer out, and the day would collapse.
I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.
All along, let us remember we are not asked to understand, but simply to obey.
When I can see my face in it [the liquid gold in the crucible] then it is pure.
When I consider the cross of Christ, how can anything that I do be called sacrifice?
Oh, will you pray? Stop now and pray, lest desire turn to feeling and feeling evaporate.
Do not fight the thing in detail: turn from it. Look ONLY at your Lord. Sing. Read. Work.
Part of a soldier's duty is to fill gaps...one must be willing to be nothing, as something.
If you would live in victory . . . you must refuse to be dominated by the seen and the felt.
Our enemy is more aware than we are of the spiritual possibilities that depend upon obedience.
continually we look at things about us without seeing more than a very little of what is there.
We have all eternity to celebrate the victories but only a few hours before sunset to win them.
If I put my own good name before the other's highest good, then I know nothing of Calvary's love
Love accepts the trying things of life without asking for explanations. It trusts and is at rest.
Love knows how to do without what it naturally wants. Love knows how to say, 'What does it matter.'
If you have never been hurt by a word from God, it is probably that you have never heard God speak.
Nothing is worth doing at all, nothing is worth writing, which does not do something which will last.
A cup brimful of sweetness cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, no matter how suddenly jarred.
God Hold us to that which drew us first, when the Cross was the attraction, and we wanted nothing else.
I believe truly that Satan cannot endure it and so slips out of the room - more or less - when there is a true song.
The only expenditure, and all its outworkings, for which God can be held to be responsible is that which He directs.
Let nothing be said about anyone unless it passes through the three sieves: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?
Our loving Lord is not just present, but nearer than the thought can imagine - so near that a whisper can reach Him.
If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord, For that a little emptier. My house on earth, what rich rewards. That guerdon were.
Satan is so much more in earnest than we are--he buys up the opportunity while we are wondering how much it will cost.
Joy is not gush. Joy is not mere jolliness. Joy is perfect acquiescence ~ acceptance, rest ~ in God’s will, whatever comes.
There is only one way of victory over the bitterness and rage that comes naturally to us--To will what God wills brings peace.
I wish thy way. And when in me myself should rise, and long for something otherwise, Then Lord, take sword and spear And slay.
If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
If you are ever inclined to pray for a missionary, do it at once, where ever you are. Perhaps he may be in great peril at that moment.
There is always something to be happy about if we look for it: ‘Two men looked through prison bars, The one saw mud, the other stars.'
He hath never failed thee yet. Never will His love forget. O fret not thyself nor let Thy heart be troubled, Neither let it be afraid.
If souls can suffer alongside, and I hardly know it, because the spirit of discernment is not in me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
The night I sailed for China, March 3, 1893, my life, on the human side, was broken, and it never was mended again. But He has been enough.
Ours should be the love that asks not 'how little?' but, 'how much?' The love that delights to pour out everything upon the feet of our Beloved.