If It Were Possible For Me To

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!

Our Work Is Great; Our Time Is Short; The Consequences Of Our Labors Are Infinite.

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus... The Rock On Which I Build, My Shield And Hiding Place, My Never Failing Treasury, Filled With Boundless Stores Of Grace.

We Serve A Gracious Master Who Knows How To Overrule Even Our Mistakes To His Glory And Our Own Advantage.

This Is Faith: A Renouncing Of Everything We Are Apt To Call Our Own And Relying Wholly Upon The Blood, Righteousness And Intercession Of Jesus.