Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When

I Love To Hear My Lord Spoken Of, And Wherever I Have Seen The Print Of His Shoe In The Earth, There Have I Coveted To Put Mine Also.

He Who Runs From God In The Morning Will Scarcely Find Him The Rest Of The Day.

Breathes There A Man, Whose Judgment Clear Can Others Teach Their Course To Steer, Yet Run Himself Life's Mad Career Wild As The Wave?

Faith Receiveth The Promise, Embraceth It, And Comforteth The Soul Unspeakably With It. Faith Is So Great An Artist In Arguing And Reasoning With The Soul, That It Will Bring Over The Hardest Heart That It Hath To Deal With. It Will Bring To My Remembrance At Once, Both My Vileness Against God, And His Goodness Towards Me; It Will Show Me, That Though I Deserve Not To Breathe In The Air, Yet That God Will Have Me An Heir Of Glory.

Thou Art Beaten That Thou Mayest Be Better.