If My Life Is Fruitless, It Doesn't

See How Ye Pharisee In The Temple Stands, And Justifies Himself With Lifted Hands. Whilst Ye Poor Publican With Downcast Eyes, Conscious Of Guilt To God For Mercy Cries.

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

Great Sins Do Draw Out Great Grace; And Where Guilt Is Most Terrible And Fierce, There The Mercy Of God In Christ, When Showed To The Soul, Appears Most High And Mighty.

It Could Be A Sign Of Pride In Your Life If A Word Of Reproof Or Admonition Is Not Able To Be Received With The Same Grace, Whether It Be Given By The Poorest Of Saints Or The Most Educated Person.

The Fear Of God Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And They That Lack The Beginning Have Neither Middle Nor End