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MY Brothers and Sisters, I am quite out of order for addressing you tonight. I feel extremely unwell, excessively
heavy and exceedingly depressed, and yet I could not deny myself the pleasure of trying to say a few words to you. I have
taken a text upon which I think I could preach in my sleep and I believe that if I were dying, and were graciously led into
the old track, I could, with my last expiring breath, pour out a heartfelt of utterance upon the delightful verse which I
have selected. It happens to be the passage from which I first essayed to speak in public when I was but a boy of sixteen
years of age and I am sure it contains the marrow of what I have always taught in the pulpit from that day until now. The
words are in the Second Chapter of the First Epistle of Peter, and the seventh verse—“Therefore, to you who believe, He
is precious.”