A Quote by Charles Spurgeon

Blood, always precious, is priceless when it streams from Immanuel's side. — © Charles Spurgeon
Blood, always precious, is priceless when it streams from Immanuel's side.
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's Veins. And those plunged beneath that watery grave to drink of His blood will never be the same.
Being a mixed-blood person of Ojibway and European ancestry, I always found that I only heard one side of the story - that was the conquerers' side, the side of the French Jesuit missionaries that came to live in what is now Ontario.
To Christ we are to be always coming; upon Him always relying; to His precious blood always looking.
Precious and priceless, so lovable, too; The world's sweetest miracle, baby, is you.
Blood streams in sacrifice; yet anguish finds no cure.
Our precious heritage of natural and unspoiled beauty and unpolluted streams, once exhausted and destroyed, can never be replaced.
God accepts us unconditionally, and in his view we are all precious and priceless. Focus on this and you will not waste any time and effort trying to be someone you're not.
Whenever you surrender the most precious areas of your life to GOD, it's like trading in a pile of worthless pebbles for a truckload of priceless jewels.
I think cancer is a hard battle to fight alone or with another person at your side, but I will say having someone to pick you up when you fall, stand by your side through every appointment and delivery of bad news is priceless.
I think cancer is a hard battle to fight alone or with another person at your side, but I will say having someone to pick you up when you fall, stand by your side through every appointment and delivery of bad news, is priceless.
Men shall look on thee and murmur to each other, "Lo! how small Was the gift, and yet how precious! Friendship 's gifts are priceless all.
It seems to me so shocking to see the precious hours of a man's life - the priceless moments that will never come back to him again - being wasted in a mere brutish sleep.
Memories, priceless. Well not really priceless, but there you go!
But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.
The tragic side of many architectural enterprises is that they destroy natural beauties which are a priceless possession and cannot be replaced.
Our language, one of our most precious natural resources, deserves at least as much protection as our woodlands, streams and whooping cranes.
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