He Is No Fool Who Parts With

So Many Missionaries, Intent On Doing Something, Forget That His Main Work Is To Make Something Of Them.

As Your Life Is In His Hands, So Are The Days Of Your Life. But Don’t Let The Sands Of Time Get Into The Eye Of Your Vision To Reach Those Who Sit In Darkness. They Simply Must Hear.

Father, Take My Life, Yea, My Blood If Thou Wilt, And Consume It With Thine Enveloping Fire. I Would Not Save It, For It Is Not Mine To Save. Have It Lord, Have It All. Pour Out My Life As An Oblation For The World. Blood Is Only Of Value As It Flows Before Thine Altar

I Many No Longer Depend On Pleasant Impulses To Bring Me Before The Lord. I Must Rather Response To Principles I Know To Be Right, Whether I Feel Them To Be Enjoyable Or Not.

For My Generation I Must Have The Oracles Of God In Fresh Terms.