As The Deer Panteth For The Waters
So My Soul Longeth After Thee
You Alone Are My Heart’s Desire,
And I Long To Worship Thee
You Alone Are My Strength, My Shield
To You Alone May My Spirit Yield,
You Alone Are My Heart’s Desire,
And I Long To Worship Thee
It is true that a fisherman may fish and never catch any fish, but, if so, he is not much of a fisherman. And so, if there were no souls saved when I preached, perhaps I might find some way of satisfying my conscience, but I don’t know what it is yet. If my hearers are not converted, I feel like I have wasted my time; I have lost the exercise of brain and heart. I feel as if I lost my hope and lost my life, unless I find for my Lord some of His blood-bought ones.
C.H. Spurgeon