I Assure You By The Lord, Your

After Winter Comes The Summer. After Night Comes The Dawn. And After Every Storm, There Comes Clear, Open Skies.

Build Your Nest In No Tree Here...for The Lord Of The Forest Has Condemned The Whole Woods To Be Demolished.

Faith's Speculations To The Worst And Hardest, In Point Of Resolution, Are Sweet.

Live On Christ's Love While Ye Are Here, And All The Way.

Let Us Be Faithful And Care For Our Own Part, Which Is To Do And Suffer For Him, And Lay Christ's Part On Himself, And Leave It There; Duties Are Ours, Events Are The Lord's.