If You Release Me Today, I'll Preach

Men, Even The Elect, Have Too Many Infirmities To Come To Christ Without Help From Heaven; Inviting Will Not Do.

No Child Of God Sins To That Degree As To Make Himself Incapable Of Forgiveness.

Care, Mad To See A Man Sae Happy, E'en Drouned Himsel Amang The Nappy.

Breathes There A Man, Whose Judgment Clear Can Others Teach Their Course To Steer, Yet Run Himself Life's Mad Career Wild As The Wave?

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.