Our Work Is Great; Our

The Midsummer Sun Shines But Dim, The Fields Strive In Vain To Look Gay; But When I Am Happy In Him December's As Pleasant As May.

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

God Often Takes A Course For Accomplishing His Purposes Directly Contrary To What Our Narrow Views Would Prescribe. He Brings A Death Upon Our Feelings, Wishes, And Prospects When He Is About To Give Us The Desire Of Our Hearts.

I Make It A Rule Of Christian Duty Never To Go To A Place Where There Is Not Room For My Master As Well As Myself.

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus... The Rock On Which I Build, My Shield And Hiding Place, My Never Failing Treasury, Filled With Boundless Stores Of Grace.