Lord, What Wilt Thou Have Me To

Scatter Money In A Crowd, How They Scramble For It; Offer Bread To The Starving, How Greedily They Seize It; Throw A Rope To The Drowning, How He Eagerly Grasps It! With Like Eagerness And Earnestness May The Spirit Of God Help You To Lay Hold On Christ.

The New Novel Is Sought More Eagerly, And Devoured More Greedily, The New Testament.

Sin! Sin! Thou Art A Hateful And Horrible Thing, That Abominable Thing Which God Hates. And What Wonder? Thou Hast Insulted His Holy Majesty; Thou Hast Bereaved Him Of Beloved Children; Thou Hast Crucified The Son Of His Infinite Love; Thou Hast Vexed His Gracious Spirit; Thou Hast Defied His Power; Thou Hast Despised His Grace; And In The Body And Blood Of Jesus, As If That Were A Common Thing, Thou Hast Trodden Under Foot His Matchless Mercy. Surely, Brethren, The Wonder Of Wonders Is, That Sin Is Not That Abominable Thing Which We Also Hate.

The Christian Is Not Always Praying; But Within His Bosom Is A Heaven-kindled Love--fires Of Desire, Fervent Longings--which Make Him Always Ready To Pray, And Often Engage Him In Prayer.

The More The Diamond Is Cut The Brighter It Sparkles; And In What Seems Hard Dealing, There God Has No End In View But To Perfect His People.