Let Grace Conduct Thee To The Paths

Even Such Is Man, Whose Glory Lendshis Life A Blaze Or Two, And Ends.

Things Temporal Are Sweeter In The Expectation, Things Eternal Are Sweeter In The Fruition; The First Shames Thy Hope, The Second Crowns It; It Is A Vain Journey, Whose End Affords Less Pleasure Than The Way.

The Place Of Charity, Like That Of God, Is Everywhere.

Think Not Thy Love To God Merits God's Love To Thee; His Acceptance Of Thy Duty Crowns His Own Gifts In Thee; Man's Love To God Is Nothing But A Faint Reflection Of God's Love To Man.

Wouldst Thou Multiply Thy Riches? Diminish Them Wisely; Or Wouldst Thou Make Thy Estate Entire? Divide It Charitably. Seeds That Are Scattered Increase; But, Hoarded Up, They Perish.