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Great God, What Do I See And Hear! The End Of Things Created! The Judge Of Mankind Doth Appear On Clouds Of Glory Seated! The Trumpet Sounds; The Graves Restore, The Dead Which They Contained Before; Prepare, My Soul, To Meet Him!

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.

Whenever I Have Prayed Earnestly, I Have Always Received More Than I Asked For. God May Delay, But He Always Comes.

Put Thou Thy Trust In God; In Duty's Path Go On; Fix On His Word Thy Steadfast Eye; So Shall Thy Work Be Done.

When I Am Angry I Can Write, Pray, And Preach Well, For Then My Whole Temperament Is Quickened, My Understanding Sharpened, And All Mundane Vexations And Temptations Depart.