Feast Of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr, The

Father, Take My Life, Yea, My Blood If Thou Wilt, And Consume It With Thine Enveloping Fire. I Would Not Save It, For It Is Not Mine To Save. Have It Lord, Have It All. Pour Out My Life As An Oblation For The World. Blood Is Only Of Value As It Flows Before Thine Altar

I Have Had To Make A Cross Of Two Logs, And Lie Down On It, To Show The Indians What It Means To Crucify A Man.

Unwillingness To Accept God's 'way Of Escape' From Temptation Frightens Me - What A Rebel Yet Resides Within.

Singleness, Simplicity, Is Required Of Me. One Treasure, A Single Eye, And A Sole Master!

As Your Life Is In His Hands, So Are The Days Of Your Life. But Don’t Let The Sands Of Time Get Into The Eye Of Your Vision To Reach Those Who Sit In Darkness. They Simply Must Hear.