God, I Pray Light These

When It Comes Time To Die, Make Sure That All You Have To Do Is Die.

That Saint Who Advances On His Knees Never Retreats.

It Makes Me Boil When I Think Of The Power We Profess And The Utter Impotency Of Our Action. Believers Who Know One-tenth As Much As We Do Are Doing One-hundred Times More For God, With His Blessing And Our Criticism. Oh If I Could Write It, Preach It, Say It, Paint It, Anything At All, If Only God's Power Would Become Known Among Us.

God, I Pray Light These Idle Sticks Of My Life And May I Burn Up For Thee.

So Many Missionaries, Intent On Doing Something, Forget That His Main Work Is To Make Something Of Them.