When The Shore Is Won At Last,

Love Masters Agony; The Soul That Seemed Forsaken Feels Her Present God Again And In Her Father's Arms Contented Dies Away.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

Time's Waters Will Not Ebb Nor Stay.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.

The Deeds We Do, The Words We Say,into Still Air They Seem To Fleet;we Count Them Ever Past;but They Shall Last -in The Dread Judgment Theyand We Shall Meet.