God is our refuge and strength a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46. 1.
Issue: Issue 1
A MINISTERS ADVICE Do not expect your minister to be more than man. When you find perfection in yourselves you may condemn your brethren in whom you do not see it. You owe your pastor your love, your hearty undissembled constant love, if you have not a love to his person there will soon be …
I FIND THEN A LAW Would you pray, would you hear, would you give alms, would you meditate, would you be in any duty acting faith on God and love towards Him, would you work righteousness, would you resist temptations—this troublesome perplexing indweller will be present with you; so that you cannot perfectly and completely …
And I will give you pastors according to my heart which shall feed you with knowledge and understanding.—Jer. iii. 15.
THE DARK NIGHT As you ascend from the vale of Rochdale, on the western side, skirting the hamlet of Spotland, near the Moorlands, the valley opening to the right reveals the tops of Long Ridge and Knowl Hill. On the rising ground, near the summit of Long Ridge, stood a few white-washed cottages, and a …
DOGS BARK AT STRANGERS Loving and dear Sister,—I fear that you be moved and cast down because of the late wrong that your husband received in your town-council; but I pray you comfort yourself in the Lord, for a just cause bides under the water only as long as wicked men hold their hands above …
Ye have only these two shallow brooks, sickness and death, to pass through; and ye also have a promise, that Christ shall do more than meet you, even that He shall come Himself, and go with you, foot by foot, yea and bear you in His arms. O then! for he joy that is set …
HOLD TO THE GOSPEL The Holy Ghost never comes into any poor sinner’s soul, except through the medium of the gospel of the grace of God. Have you ever considered that point? You are praying, perhaps, that the Holy Spirit would teach you, and be in you a Spirit of revelation, a Remembrancer, a Comforter, …
COUPLE HEAVEN WITH IT Several years ago, one hot summer day, on the old road leading from Rochdale to Bury, near the Oaken Road, a tall, thin, old man had just laid down a heavy burden on a low stone wall at the road side. His burden was a large skip, full of coarse cotton …
It maketh not much what way we go to heaven; the happy home is all, where the roughness of the way shall be forgotten. He is gone home to a friend’s house, and made welcome, and the race is ended. S. RUTHERFORD