The apostles said to the Lord, “Increase our faith!” —Luke 17:5 J.C. Ryle comments: Faith is a grace which admits of degrees. It does not come to full strength and perfection as soon as it is planted in the heart by the Holy Spirit. There is “little” faith and “great” faith. There is “weak” faith … More J. C. Ryle: Faith is a grace which admits of degrees.
Praise the Lord! Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens! Praise him for his mighty deeds; praise him according to his excellent greatness! C. H Spurgeon, commenting on Psalm 150: There is nothing little about God, and there is nothing great apart from him. If we were always careful to make … More There is nothing little about God
Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me…… I will sing a new song to you, O God; upon a ten-stringed … More Who gives victory to kings?
Psalm 141:1 O Lord, I call upon you; hasten to me! Give ear to my voice when I call to you! Charles H. Spurgeon on prayer: This is my last resort: prayer never fails me. My prayer is painful and feeble, and worthy only to be called a cry; but it is a cry unto Jehovah, and this ennobles … More Spurgeon: “This is my last resort”
I say to the LORD, You are my God; give ear to the voice of my pleas for mercy, O LORD! O LORD, my Lord, the strength of my salvation, you have covered my head in the day of battle. —Psalm 140:6-7 ESV Spurgeon, in the Treasury of David: … More The Lord was David’s own by deliberate choice
I give you thanks, O LORD, with my whole heart; before the gods I sing your praise; —Psalm 138:1 ESV We need a broken heart to mourn our own sins, but a whole heart to praise the Lord’s perfections. If ever our heart is whole and wholly occupied with one thing, it should … More Spurgeon: We need a whole heart to praise the Lord’s perfections
Psalm 137:1-3 By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. On the willows there we hung up our lyres. For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” The Christian cannot sing in captivity. So it was … More Every heart that has been made new is turned into a harp of praise
