Elected

Elected

Though the mariner sees not the polestar, yet the needle of the compass which points to it tells him which way he sails: thus the heart that is touched with the loadstone of divine love, trembling with godly fear, and yet still looking towards God by fixed believing,...
Assurance: as wings to the bird

Assurance: as wings to the bird

Faith will make us walk, but assurance will make us run – we shall never think we can do enough for God. Assurance will be as wings to the bird, as weights to the clock, to set all the wheels of obedience running.   Thomas Watson, A Body of Divinity...
Let me guard the holy fire

Let me guard the holy fire

O thou, who camest from above The pure celestial fire to impart, Kindle a flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart.   There let it for thy glory burn With inextinguishable blaze, And trembling to its source return In humble prayer and fervent praise.  ...
Father’s Day

Father’s Day

Then, kneeling down to Heaven’s Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope “springs exulting on triumphant wing,” that thus they all shall meet in future days; there, ever bask in uncreated rays, no more to sigh, or shed the...
The web you weave

The web you weave

A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.   And you O my...