A Peace That Depends On Fear Is

Hours Fly, Flowers Die: New Days, New Ways: Pass By! Love Stays.

These Are The Things I Prize And Hold Of Dearest Worth: Light Of The Sapphire Skies, Peace Of The Silent Hills, Shelter Of The Forests, Comfort Of The Grass, Music Of Birds, Murmur Of Little Rills, Shadows Of Cloud That Swiftly Pass, And, After Showers, The Smell Of Flowers And Of The Good Brown Earth,- And Best Of All, Along The Way, Friendship And Mirth.

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

The Shadow By My Finger Cast Divides The Future From The Past: Before It, Sleeps The Unborn Hour, In Darkness, And Beyond Thy Power. Behind Its Unreturning Line, The Vanished Hour, No Longer Thine: One Hour Alone Is In Thy Hands,- The Now On Which The Shadow Stands.

Ere Thou Sleepest, Gently Lay Every Troubled Thought Away; Put Off Worry And Distress As Thou Puttest Off Thy Dress; Drop Thy Burden And Thy Care In The Quiet Arms Of Prayer. Lord Thou Knowest How I Live, All I've Done Amiss Forgive; All Of Good I've Tried To Do Strengthen, Bless And Carry Through; All I Love In Safety Keep While In Thee I Fall Asleep.