The worth and excellency of a soul is to be measured by the object of its love: he who loveth mean and… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
True religion is a union of God with the soul, a real participation of the divine nature, the very image of God… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
“The worth and excellency of a soul is to be measured by the object of its love.” — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
“The true way to improve and ennoble our souls is, by fixing our love on the divine perfections, that we may have… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
The worth and excellency of a soul is to be measured by the object of its love: he who loveth mean and sordid things… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
True religion is a union of God with the soul, a real participation of the divine nature, the very image of God drawn upon… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
We must not indulge our inclinations, as we do little children, till they grow weary of the thing they are unwilling to let go.… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
“first produce, and doth still establish and uphold the same. When we reflect upon ourselves, let us consider that we are not a mere piece of organized matter, a curious and well-contrived engine; that there is more in us than flesh, and blood, and bones, even a divine spark, capable to know, and love, and enjoy our Maker; and though… — Henry Scougal Copy Share
“The worth and excellency of a soul is to be measured by the object of its love.” — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
God hath long contended with a stubborn world, and thrown down many a blessing upon them; and when all his other gifts could not… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
“The god of love had shot all his arrows, but could never pierce his heart, till at length he put himself into the bow.” — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
“When all his other gifts could not prevail, he at last made a gift of himself, to testify his affection and engage theirs.” — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
“The true way to improve and ennoble our souls is, by fixing our love on the divine perfections, that we may have them always… — Henry Scougal Copy Share Image
