I Am Immortal Till My Work Is

I Am A Missionary, Heart And Soul. God Had An Only Son, And He Was A Missionary And A Physician. I Am A Poor, Poor Imitation Of Him, Or Wish To Be. In This Service I Hope To Live; In It I Wish To Die!

Remember Us In Your Prayers That We Grow Not Weary In Well Doing. It Is Hard To Work For Years With Pure Motives, And All The Time Be Looked Upon By Most Of Those To Whom Our Lives Are Devoted As Having Some Sinister Object In View. Disinterested Labor - Benevolence - Is So Out Of Their Line Of Thought, That Many Look Upon Us As Having Some Ulterior Object In View; But He Who Died For Us, And Whom We Ought To Copy, Did More For Us Than We Can Do For Any One Else. He Endured The Contradiction Of Sinners. We Should Have Grace To Follow In His Steps.

People Talk Of The Sacrifice I Have Made In Spending So Much Of My Life In Africa. Can That Be Called A Sacrifice Which Is Simply Paid Back As A Small Part Of A Great Debt Owing To Our God, Which We Can Never Repay? All These Are Nothing When Compared With The Glory Which Shall Be Revealed In And For Us. I Never Made A Sacrifice.

May The Time Come When Rich Men And Great Men Would Think It An Honor To Support Whole Stations Of Missionaries In Africa, Instead Of Spending Their Money On Hounds And Horses.

Shall I Tell You What Supported Me Through All Those Years Of Exile Among A People Whose Language I Could Not Understand And Whose Attitude Towards Me We Always Uncertain And Often Hostile? It Was This: "lo, I Am With You Alway, Even Unto The End Of The World".