Blest Are The Pure In Heart, For

If The Church Of England Were To Fail, It Would Be Found In My Parish

The Deeds We Do, The Words We Say,into Still Air They Seem To Fleet;we Count Them Ever Past;but They Shall Last -in The Dread Judgment Theyand We Shall Meet.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.

When You Find Yourself Overpowered, As It Were, By Melancholy, The Best Way Is To Go Out And Do Something.