Prayer Flies Where The Eagle Never Flew.

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?"

Lord, What Wilt Thou Have Me To Do?

Heaven Is The Day Of Which Grace Is The Dawn; The Rich, Ripe Fruit Of Which Grace Is The Lovely Flower; The Inner Shrine Of That Most Glorious Temple To Which Grace Forms The Approach And Outer Court.

Time That Weakens All Things Else Has But Strengthened The Impregnable Position Of The Believer's Faith And Hope And Confidence. And As, Year By Year, The Tree Adds Another Ring To Its Circumference, Every Age Has Added The Testimony Of Its Events To This Great Truth. "the Grass Withereth, And The Flower Fadeth, But The Word Of The Lord Shall Endure Forever.

The Cry Of Distress Lays Hold Of Our Lord's Omnipotence. It Is As Easy For God To Supply Thy Greatest As Thy Smallest Wants, Even As It Was Within His Power To Form A System Or An Atom, To Create A Blazing Sun As To Kindle The Fire-fly's Lamp.