Oh, merciful God, that You should pass by thousands, and that Your electing love should fall upon me. That the Scripture should have a dark side to others, but a light side to me. That to others it should be a dead letter, but to me, the savor of life. That Christ should not only be revealed to me but in me, compassionate savior, that I would have the heart of a seraphim burning in love for you and the voice of an angel to make heaven ring with praises to You, my God and my Redeemer. Thomas Watson.

Lord, tis not that I did choose thee. That could never be. For this heart would still refuse thee. Thou hast chosen me. Hast from all the sin that stained me, washed, and set me free, and unto this end ordained me, that I live to thee. Josiah Conder