As Your Faith Is, Such Your Hope

I Come From The Town Of Stupidity; It Lieth About Four Degrees Beyond The City Of Destruction.

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.

I Would Say To My Soul, O My Soul, This Is Not The Place Of Despair; This Is Not The Time To Despair In. As Long As Mine Eyes Can Find A Promise In The Bible, As Long As There Is A Moment Left Me Of Breath Or Life In This World, So Long Will I Wait Or Look For Mercy, So Long Will I Fight Against Unbelief And Despair.

Grace Can Pardon Our Ungodliness And Justify Us With Christ's Righteousness; It Can Put The Spirit Of Jesus Christ Within Us; It Can Help Us When We Are Down; It Can Heal Us When We Are Wounded; It Can Multiply Pardons, As We Through Frailty Multiply Transgressions.

He That Is Down Needs Fear No Fall.