The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All

Baptize The Nations! Far And Nigh,the Triumphs Of The Cross Recordthe Name Of Jesus Glorify,till Every People Call Him Lord.

Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet More Exquisite When Past.

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.

There Is A World Above, Where Parting Is Unknown; A Whole Eternity Of Love, Form'd For The Good Alone; And Faith Beholds The Dying Here Translated To That Happier Sphere.

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.