Love Masters Agony; The Soul That Seemed

Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The Mutual Look When Hearts Are Of Each Other Sure.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

Pride Of The Dewy Morning, The Swain's Experienced Eye From Thee Takes Timely Warning. Nor Trusts The Gorgeous Sky.

Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near. Oh, May No Earthborn Cloud Arise To Hide Thee From Thy Servant's Eyes.

Time's Waters Will Not Ebb Nor Stay.