So Dress And Conduct Yourself So That

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

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

I Am Persuaded That Love And Humility Are The Highest Attainments In The School Of Christ And The Brightest Evidences That He Is Indeed Our Master.

If Two Angels Were To Receive At The Same Moment A Commission From God, One To Go Down And Rule Earth’s Grandest Empire, The Other To Go And Sweep The Streets Of Its Meanest Village, It Would Be A Matter Of Entire Indifference To Each Which Service Fell To His Lot, The Post Of Ruler Or The Post Of Scavenger; For The Joy Of The Angels Lies Only In Obedience To God’s Will, And With Equal Joy They Would Lift A Lazarus In His Rags To Abraham’s Bosom, Or Be A Chariot Of Fire To Carry An Elijah Home.

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!