What Will It Profit A Man If

How Many Times Has He Delivered Me! Yet, Alas! How Distrustful And Ungrateful Is My Heart Even Until The Present!

There Are Many Who Stumble In The Noon-day, Not For Want Of Light, But For Want Of Eyes.

Our Work Is Great; Our Time Is Short; The Consequences Of Our Labors Are Infinite.

I Am Not What I Ought To Be! Ah! How Imperfect And Deficient! - I Am Not What I Wish To Be! I 'abhor What Is Evil,' And I Would 'cleave To What Is Good!' - I Am Not What I Hope To Be! Soon, Soon, I Shall Put Off Mortality: And With Mortality All Sin And Imperfection! Yet, Though I Am Not What I Ought To Be, Nor What I Wish To Be, Nor What I Hope To Be, I Can Truly Say, I Am Not What I Once Was - A Slave To Sin And Satan; And I Can Heartily Join With The Apostle, And Acknowledge; By The Grace Of God, I Am What I Am!

All Shall Work Together For Good; Everything Is Needful That He Sends; Nothing Can Be Needful That He Withholds.