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Home›Traditions›Reformed/Presbyterian

Reformed/Presbyterian Illustrations

God's absolute sovereignty, covenant theology, and Westminster Confessional standards.

Key question: “How does this text display God's sovereign grace and purpose, and ultimately bring glory to His name?”

24,198 sermon illustrations through the Reformed/Presbyterian lens

Poetry

Country Letter

Dear brother robin this comes from us all With our kind love and could Gip write and all Though but a dog he'd have his love to spare For still he knows and by your corner chair The moment he...

Universal

John Clare

225 words

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Poetry

To What Serves Mortal Beauty?

To what serves mortal beauty '—dangerous; does set danc- ing blood—the O-seal-that-so ' feature, flung prouder form Than Purcell tune lets tread to?

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

144 words

Poetry

Jehovah Jesus

My song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to His abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the mighty God. Without beginning or decline, Object of faith and not of sense; Eternal...

Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, To-morrow sharpened in his former might: So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill Thy hungry eyes,...

Native Moments.

when you come upon me—Ah you are here now! Give me now libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!

Sonnet: England in 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,-- Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn,--mud from a muddy spring,-- Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till...

The Boy and the Angel

Morning, evening, noon, and night, "Praise God!" sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well; O'er his work the boy's curls fell.

Easter Communion

Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast: God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips.

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short90 words

Poetry

Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

O Sun of Real Peace.

O hastening light! O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for! O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend! O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, darting and burning!

On Revisiting Harrow

Here once engaged the stranger's view Young Friendship's record simply trac'd; Few were her words,--but yet, though few, Resentment's hand the line defac'd. Deeply she cut--but not eras'd-- The characters were still so plain, That Friendship once return'd, and gaz'd,--...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Short98 words

Poetry

Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel.

Lines Written In Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

386. The Rights of Women—Spoken by Miss Fontenelle

WHILE Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let...

Living and a Dead Faith

The Lord receives his highest praise From humble minds and hearts sincere; While all the loud professor says Offends the righteous Judge's ear. To walk as children of the day, To mark the precepts' holy light, To wage the warfare,...

Faith

Lord, how couldst thou so much appease Thy wrath for sin, as when man's sight was dim, And could see little, to regard his ease, And bring by Faith all things to him?

A Spirit Passed Before Me. From Job

A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of Immortality unveiled-- Deep Sleep came down on every eye save mine-- And there it stood,--all formless--but divine: Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake; And as my damp hair...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Short82 words

Poetry

Sonnet. to Genevra

Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, And the warm lustre of thy features--caught From contemplation--where serenely wrought, Seems Sorrow's softness charmed from its despair-- Have thrown such speaking sadness in thine air, That--but I know thy blessed bosom...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

100 words

Poetry

An April Day

When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain.

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

174 words

Poetry

Psalm XIX: The Heavens Declare Thy Glory, Lord

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, In every star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines.

The Magnetic Lady to Her Patient

'Sleep, sleep on!

Stanzas

IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.

The Sailor-Boy

Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own fireside To go aboard a ship through love, and plough the ocean wide. I crossed my native fields, where the scarlet poppies grew, And the groundlark left his nest...

Spring's Messengers

Where slanting banks are always with the sun The daisy is in blossom even now; And where warm patches by the hedges run The cottager when coming home from plough Brings home a cowslip root in flower to set.

Universal

John Clare

112 words