I Am A Great Sinner And God

If It Were Possible For Me To Alter Any Part Of His Plan, I Could Only Spoil It.

Time, By Moments, Steals Away, First The Hour, And Then The Day; Small The Daily Loss Appears, Yet It Soon Amounts To Years

The Midsummer Sun Shines But Dim, The Fields Strive In Vain To Look Gay; But When I Am Happy In Him December's As Pleasant As May.

If We Seem To Get No Good By Attempting To Draw Near To Him, We May Be Sure We Will Get None By Keeping Away From Him.

Zeal Without Knowledge Is Like Expedition To A Man In The Dark.