Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Loved By Wife, Then Thee.

My Age I Will Not Once Lament, / But Sing, My Time So Near Is Spent.

Authority Without Wisdom Is Like A Heavy Ax Without An Edge -- Fitter To Bruise Than Polish.

What To My Saviour Shall I Givewho Freely Hath Done This For Me?i'll Serve Him Here Whilst I Shall Liveand Loue Him To Eternity

When I Behold The Heavens As In Their Prime, And Then The Earth (though Old) Still Clad In Green, The Stones And Trees, Insensible Of Time, Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen