The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her

If God Hath Made This World So Fair, Where Sin And Death Abound, How Beautiful Beyond Compare Will Paradise Be Found!

Gashed With Honourable Scars,low In Glory's Lap They Lie;though They Fell, They Fell Like Stars,streaming Splendour Through The Sky.

Two Roses On One Slender Spray In Sweet Communion Grew, Together Hailed The Morning Ray And Drank The Evening Dew.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.

Fairest And Best Adorned Is She Whose Clothing Is Humility.