A tender heart is a wakeful, watchful heart. It watches against sin in the soul, sin in the family, sin in the calling, sin in spiritual duties and performances.
JOHN BUNYANThis hill though high I covent ascend; The difficulty will not me offend; For I perceive the way of life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let’s neither faint nor fear.
More John Bunyan Quotes
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Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.
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Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.
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I have given Him my faith, and sworn my allegiance to Him; how, then, can I go back from this, and not be hanged as a traitor?
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I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up.
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If you release me today, I’ll preach tomorrow.
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To seek yourself in this world is to be lost; and to be humble is to be exalted.
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He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day.
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Love is the beauty and the strength of all societies and the great pleasure of our lives on earth.
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I will stay in prison till the moss grows on my eye lids rather than disobey God.
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See how ye Pharisee in the Temple stands, And justifies himself with lifted hands. Whilst ye poor publican with downcast eyes, Conscious of guilt to God for mercy cries.
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This hill though high I covent ascend; The difficulty will not me offend; For I perceive the way of life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let’s neither faint nor fear.
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Riches and power, what is there more in the world? For money answereth all things-that is, all but soul concerns. It can neither be a price for souls while here, nor can that, with all the forces of strength, recover one out of hell fire.
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The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.
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Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
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Our sins, when laid upon Christ, were yet personally ours, not his; so his righteousness, when put upon us, is yet personally his, not ours.
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