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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 Look Upon Prayer-meetings As The Most Profitable Exercises (excepting The Public Preaching) In Which Christians Can Engage. They Have A Direct Tendency To Kill A Worldly, Trifling Spirit, And To Draw Down A Divine Blessing Upon All Our Concerns, Compose Differences, And Enkindle (at Least Maintain) The Flames Of Divine Love Amongst Brethren.

My Grand Point In Preaching Is To Break The Hard Heart, And To Heal The Broken One.

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

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.