The Voice That Breathed O'er Eden, That

The Voice That Breathed O'er Eden, That Earliest Wedding Day.

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

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 Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.