Although My Memory's Fading, I

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

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, I Am Not What I Want To Be, I Am Not What I Hope To Be In Another World; But Still I Am Not What I Once Used To Be, And By The Grace Of God I Am What I Am

I Am A Great Sinner And God Is A Great Savior

"what Thou Wilt, When Thou Wilt, How Thou Wilt." I Had Rather Speak These Three Sentences From My Heart In My Mother Tongue Than Be Master Of All The Languages In Europe.