Thou Shalt Ever Joy At Eventide If

Love Is A Great Thing...which Alone Maketh Every Burden Light.. Love Is Watchful, And While Sleeping, Still Keeps Watch; Though Fatigued, It Is Not Weary; Though Pressed, It Is Not Forced. Love Is Sincere, Gentle, Strong, Patient, Faithful, Prudent, Long-suffering, And Manly. Love Is Humble And Upright, Not Weak, Not Fickle, Nor Intent On Vain Things; Sober Chaste, Steadfast, Quiet, And Guarded In All The Senses.

Love Flies, Runs, Leaps For Joy; It Is Free And Unrestrained. Love Gives All For All, Resting In One Who Is Highest Above All Things, From Whom Every Good Flows And Proceeds. Love Does Not Regard The Gifts, But Turns To The Giver Of All Good Gifts. Love Knows No Limits, But Ardently Transcends All Bounds. Love Feels No Burden, Takes No Account Of Toil, Attempts Things Beyond Its Strength; Love Sees Nothing As Impossible, For It Feels Able To Achieve All Things. Love Therefore Does Great Things; It Is Strange And Effective; While He Who Lacks Love Faints And Fails.

Who Is So Wise As To Have A Perfect Knowledge Of All Things? Therefore Trust Not Too Much To Thine Own Opinion, But Be Ready Also To Hear The Opinion Of Others. Thought Thine Own Opinion Be Good, Yet If For The Love Of God Thou Foregoest It, And Followest That Of Another, Thou Shalt The More Profit Thereby.

The Highest In God's Esteem Are The Lowest In Their Own.

For Nothing, How Little Soever, That Is Suffered For God's Sake, Can Pass Without Merit In The Sight Of God.