I Make It A Rule

Time, By Moments, Steals Away, First The Hour, And Then The Day; Small The Daily Loss Appears, Yet It Soon Amounts To Years

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

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus Sounds In A Believer's Ear! It Soothes His Sorrows, Heals His Wounds, And Drives Away His Fear.

There Are Many Who Stumble In The Noon-day, Not For Want Of Light, But For Want Of Eyes.

The Christian Must Know That The Season, Measure, And Continuance Of His Sufferings Are Appointed By Infinite Wisdom, And Designed To Work For His Everlasting Good; And That Grace And Strength Shall Be Afforded Him According To His Need.