Hymns Should Have Unity, Graduation And Mutual

When To The Cross I Turn My Eyes,and Rest On Calvary,o Lamb Of God, My Sacrifice,i Must Remember Thee.

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.