Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.

Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile.

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do Tomorrow.

Then, Everlasting Love , Restrain Thy Will; 'tis God -like To Have Power, But Not To Kill.