Every Drop Of Rain Hits

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

Assurance Grows By Repeated Conflict, By Our Repeated Experimental Proof Of The Lord's Power And Goodness To Save; When We Have Been Brought Very Low And Helped, Sorely Wounded And Healed, Cast Down And Raised Again, Have Given Up All Hope, And Been Suddenly Snatched From Danger, And Placed In Safety; And When These Things Have Been Repeated To Us And In Us A Thousand Times Over, We Begin To Learn To Trust Simply To The Word And Power Of God, Beyond And Against Appearances: And This Trust, When Habitual And Strong, Bears The Name Of Assurance; For Even Assurance Has Degrees.

Faith Upholds A Christian Under All Trials, By Assuring Him That Every Painful Dispensation Is Under The Direction Of His Lord.

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!

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