Had it been published by a voice from heaven, that twelve poor men, taken out of boats and creeks, without any help of learning, should conquer the world to the cross, it might have been thought an illusion against all… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
Without the heart it is no worship. It is a stage play. It is an acting of a part without being that person, really.… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
Since therefore all things are ordered in subserviency to the good of man, they are so ordered by Him that made both man and… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
Without the heart it is no worship; it is a stage play; an acting a part without being that person really which is acted… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
Let us look upon a crucified Christ, the remedy of all our miseries. His cross hath procured a crown, his passion hath expiated our… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
It is the black work of an ungodly man or an atheist, that God is not in all his thoughts. What comfort can be… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
What a curious workmanship is that of the eye, which is in the body, as the sun in the world; set in the head… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
Our ignorance of God is too great, because our estimations of God are too little. — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
God doth not govern the world only by his will as an absolute monarch, but by his wisdom and goodness as a tender father.… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
No man is an unbeliever, but because he will be so; and every man is not an unbeliever, because the grace of God conquers… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
“Man's wisdom detracts from the glory of God, who is more honoured by the simplicity of the gospel, than luxuriance of wit.” — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
Since we are dead in sin, a spiritual light and flame in the heart suitable to the nature of the object of our worship,… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
How comfortable it is to have One, day and night, before the throne to control the charge of our enemy, and the despondencies of… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
