I am not what I ought to be. Ah! How imperfect and deficient!
I am not what I wish to be. I would abhor what is evil, and cleave to what is good.
I am not what I hope to be. Soon, soon, I shall put off mortality–and with mortality, all sin and imperfection.
Yet, though I am not what I ought to be, nor what I wish to be, nor what I hope to be–I can truly say that I am not what I once was–a slave to sin and Satan. And I can heartily join with the apostle, and acknowledge, “By the grace of God, I am what I am!”