He Hath No Power That Hath Not

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand And Left.

Every Believer Is God's Miracle.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.