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Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile.

Deeds, Not Words Shall Speak Me.

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

Then, Everlasting Love , Restrain Thy Will; 'tis God -like To Have Power, But Not To Kill.

We Must Not Be Content To Be Cleansed From Sin; We Must Be Filled With The Spirit.