Every Drop Of Rain Hits Its Appointed

Though Troubles Assail And Dangers Affright, Though Friends Should All Fail And Foes All Unite; Yet One Thing Secures Us, Whatever Betide, The Scripture Assures Us, The Lord Will Provide.

A Real Friendship Should Not Fade As Time Passes, And Should Not Weaken Because Of Space Separation.

May We Sit At The Foot Of The Cross; And There Learn What Sin Has Done, What Justice Has Done, What Love Has Done.

What Will It Profit A Man If He Gains His Cause And Silences His Adversary If At The Same Time He Loses That Humble, Tender Frame Of Spirit In Which The Lord Delights, And To Which The Promise Of His Presence Is Made?

I Am Not What I Ought To Be! Ah! How Imperfect And Deficient! - I Am Not What I Wish To Be! I 'abhor What Is Evil,' And I Would 'cleave To What Is Good!' - I Am Not What I Hope To Be! Soon, Soon, I Shall Put Off Mortality: And With Mortality All Sin And Imperfection! Yet, Though I Am Not What I Ought To Be, Nor What I Wish To Be, Nor What I Hope To Be, I Can Truly Say, I Am Not What I Once Was - A Slave To Sin And Satan; And I Can Heartily Join With The Apostle, And Acknowledge; By The Grace Of God, I Am What I Am!