Gashed With Honourable Scars,low In Glory's Lap

When The Good Man Yields His Breath (for The Good Man Never Dies).

Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of Time.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

Baptize The Nations! Far And Nigh,the Triumphs Of The Cross Recordthe Name Of Jesus Glorify,till Every People Call Him Lord.

A Mother's Love — How Sweet The Name! What Is A Mother's Love? — A Noble, Pure And Tender Flame, Enkindled From Above, To Bless A Heart Of Earthly Mould; The Warmest Love That Can Grow Cold; This Is A Mother's Love.