Man Is His Own Star, And The

Care-charming Sleep, Thou Easer Of All Woes, Brother To Death, Sweetly Thyself Dispose.

Corruption Is A Tree, Whose Branches Are Of An Immeasurable Length: They Spread Ev'rywhere; And The Dew That Drops From Thence Hath Infected Some Chairs And Stools Of Authority.

Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy; And 'tis The Crown Of Justice, And The Glory