May We Sit At The Foot Of

Thou Art Coming To A King, Large Petitions With Thee Bring, For His Grace And Power Are Such None Can Ever Ask Too Much.

The Midsummer Sun Shines But Dim, The Fields Strive In Vain To Look Gay; But When I Am Happy In Him December's As Pleasant As May.

What Will It Profit A Man If He Gains His Cause And Silences His Adversary If At The Same Time He Loses That Humble, Tender Frame Of Spirit In Which The Lord Delights, And To Which The Promise Of His Presence Is Made?

I Am A Great Sinner And God Is A Great Savior

Every Drop Of Rain Hits Its Appointed Target.