Thou Art Coming To A King, Large

A Bowler Can Make Or Break A Chap.

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!

There Are Many Who Stumble In The Noon-day, Not For Want Of Light, But For Want Of Eyes.

The Christian Must Know That The Season, Measure, And Continuance Of His Sufferings Are Appointed By Infinite Wisdom, And Designed To Work For His Everlasting Good; And That Grace And Strength Shall Be Afforded Him According To His Need.

If Our Zeal Is Embittered By Expressions Of Anger, Invective, Or Scorn—we May Think We Are Doing Service Of The Cause Of Truth, When In Reality We Shall Only Bring It Into Discredit!