I Am Going To That Country Which

Man Was Made For Joy And Woe, And When This We Rightly Know Through The World We Safely Go. Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul To Bind.

For Mercy Has A Human Heart Pity, A Human Face: And Love, The Human Form Divine, And Peace, The Human Dress.

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.

The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than The Horses Of Instruction.

Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty !