Impediments, beware! Flee my path! I am homeward bound. Through the long corridors of time, stumbling often into pits of error, then lifted out by Thy unseen hand, I have walked painfully.

Discouraging darkness, barbed‐wire fences of habit, stoney embankments of indolence, mountains of indifference, oceans of unfaithfulness, sirens of sense‐longing may stand even now in my path, as if to prevent my onward march to Thy palace; but a million kingdoms and sextillions of years of unblemished worldly happiness will never tempt me again to turn away from Thee.


43. Make Me a Lion of Thy All-Conquering Wisdom