Cannot The Love Of Christ Carry The

I Am Immortal Till My Work Is Accomplished

Remember Us In Your Prayers That We Grow Not Weary In Well Doing. It Is Hard To Work For Years With Pure Motives, And All The Time Be Looked Upon By Most Of Those To Whom Our Lives Are Devoted As Having Some Sinister Object In View. Disinterested Labor - Benevolence - Is So Out Of Their Line Of Thought, That Many Look Upon Us As Having Some Ulterior Object In View; But He Who Died For Us, And Whom We Ought To Copy, Did More For Us Than We Can Do For Any One Else. He Endured The Contradiction Of Sinners. We Should Have Grace To Follow In His Steps.

Men Are Immortal Till Their Work Is Done.

It Is Emphatically No Sacrifice. Say Rather It Is A Privilege. Anxiety, Sickness, Suffering, Or Danger, Now And Then, With A Foregoing Of The Common Conveniences And Charities Of This Life, May Make Us Pause, And Cause The Spirit To Waver, And The Soul To Sink; But Let This Only Be For A Moment. All These Are Nothing When Compared With The Glory Which Shall Be Revealed In And For Us. I Never Made A Sacrifice.

Anywhere, Provided It Be Forward-- Farther Still Farther Into The Night.