Faith Must Trample Under Foot All Reason,

And I'll Tell You, I've Seen The Lightning Flash. I've Heard The Thunder Roll. I Felt Sin-breakers Dashing, Trying To Conquer My Soul. But I Heard The Voice Of Jesus Saying Still To Fight On. He Promised Never To Leave Me, Never To Leave Me Alone. No, Never Alone. He Promised Never To Leave Me, Never To Leave Me Alone.

O, This Faith Is A Living, Busy, Active, Powerful Thing! It Is Impossible That It Should Not Be Ceaselessly Doing That Which Is Good. It Does Not Even Ask Whether Good Works Should Be Done; But Before The Question Can Be Asked, It Has Done Them, And It Is Constantly Engaged In Doing Them. But He Who Does Not Do Such Works, Is A Man Without Faith. He Gropes And Casts About Him To Find Faith And Good Works, Not Knowing What Either Of Them Is, And Yet Prattles And Idly Multiplies Words About Faith And Good Works.

If You Young Fellows Were Wise, The Devil Couldn't Do Anything To You, But Since You Aren't Wise, You Need Us Who Are Old.

I Have So Much To Do Today That I Must Set Apart More Time Than Usual To Pray.

Faith, Like Light, Should Always Be Simple And Unbending; While Love, Like Warmth, Should Beam Forth On Every Side, And Bend To Every Necessity Of Our Brethren.