It is not losing all, but coming short we are to fear. We may not lose our souls, but we may lose something more precious than life -- His full approval, His highest choice, and our incorruptible and star-gemmed crown. It is the one degree more that counts, and makes all the difference between hot water -- powerless in the boiler -- and steam -- all alive with power, and bearing its precious freight across the continent.
I want, in this short life of mine,
I want to stand when Christ appears
I want, among the victor throng,
Give me, O Lord, Thy highest choice;