The Lord Help Me To Press After

The All-seeing Eye Of God Beheld Our Deplorable State; Infinite Pity Touched The Heart Of The Father Of Mercies; And Infinite Wisdom Laid The Plan Of Our Recovery.

Let Me Forget The World And Be Swallowed Up In The Desire To Glorify God.

Oh That God Would Humble Me Deeply In The Dust Before Him! I Deserve Hell Every Day For Not Lovingmy Lord More, Who Has, I Trust, Loved Me And Given Himself For Me.

I Have Received My All From God. Oh, That I Could Return My All To God.

I Board With A Poor Scotchman: His Wife Can Talk Scarce Any English.