A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At

I Love To Hear My Lord Spoken Of, And Wherever I Have Seen The Print Of His Shoe In The Earth, There Have I Coveted To Put Mine Also.

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.

To-despise The World Is The Way To Enjoy Heaven; And Blessed Are They Who Delight To Converse With God By Prayer.

I Preach Deliverance To Others, I Tell Them There Is Freedom, While I Hear My Own Chains Clang.

I Come From The Town Of Stupidity; It Lieth About Four Degrees Beyond The City Of Destruction.