Atonement is the brain and spinal cord of Christianity. Take away the cleansing blood, and what is left to the guilty?

There may be some sins of which a man cannot speak, but there is no sin which the blood of Christ cannot wash away.

It seemed as if hell were put into his cup; he seized it, and at one tremendous draught of love, he drank damnation dry.

I would rather believe a limited atonement that is efficacious for all men for whom it was intended, than a universal atonement that is not efficacious for anybody, except the will of men be added to it.

See how red your guilt is. Mark the scarlet stain. If you were to wash your soul in the Atlantic Ocean, you might incarnadine every wave that washes all its shores, and yet the crimson spots of your transgression would still remain. But plunge into the “fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’s veins,” and in an instant you are whiter than snow. Every speck, spot, and stain of sin is gone, and gone forever.