Lord, What Wilt Thou Have Me To

It Is Not With A Rush And A Spring That We Are To Reach Christ's Character, And Attain To Perfect Saintship; But Step By Step, Foot By Foot, Hand Over Hand, We Are Slowly And Often Painfully To Mount The Ladder That Rests On Earth, And Rises To Heaven.

Faith Is The Backbone Of The Social And The Foundation Of The Commercial Fabric; Remove Faith Between Man And Man, And Society And Commerce Fall To Pieces. There Is Not A Happy Home On Earth But Stands On Faith; Our Heads Are Pillowed On It, We Sleep At Night In Its Arms With Greater Security For The Safety Of Our Lives, Peace, And Prosperity Than Bolts And Bars Can Give.

As In Nature, As In Art, So In Grace; It Is Rough Treatment That Gives Souls, As Well As Stones, Their Luster.

If The World Is Ever Conquered For Our Lord, It Is Not By Ministers, Nor By Office-bearers, Nor By The Great, And Noble And Mighty, But By Every Member Of Christ's Body Being A Working Member; Doing His Work; Filling His Own Sphere; Holding His Own Post; And Saying To Jesus, "lord, What Wilt Thou Have Me To Do?"

The Work That Is Done In Love Loses Half Its Tedium And Difficulty.