If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go

I Do Not Feel I Could Give Up All For Christ, Were I Called To Die.

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

She Died--this Was The Way She Died; And When Her Breath Was Done, Took Up Her Simple Wardrobe And Started For The Sun. Her Little Figure At The Gate The Angels Must Have Spied, Since I Could Never Find Her Upon The Mortal Side.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

God's Unique Capacity Is Too Surprising To Surprise.