Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.

Love's Mysteries In Souls Do Grow, But Yet The Body Is His Book.