May We Sit At The Foot Of

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!

Whether Men Are Pleased Or Not, We Will, We Must, Worship The Lamb That Was Slain.

Every Drop Of Rain Hits Its Appointed Target.

Through Many Dangers, Toils And Snares, I Have Already Come; 'tis Grace Has Brought Me Safe Thus Far, And Grace Will Lead Me Home.

My Grand Point In Preaching Is To Break The Hard Heart, And To Heal The Broken One.