And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!

Men may spurn our appeals, reject our message, oppose our arguments, despise our persons, but they are helpless against our prayers.

'God's signs are not always the ones we look for, yet the private prayers of people, whether in our homes or in this place, are known, heard, and understood. T…

Only so you can appeal to your God and pray Him to support and bless your courage, your work, your perseverance, your strength, your resolution, and with all t…