Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You

O Lord, Who Art Our Guide Even Unto Death, Grant Us, I Pray Thee, Grace To Follow Thee Whithersoever Thou Goest. In Little Daily Duties To Which Thou Callest Us, Bow Down Our Wills To Simple Obedience.

Born In A Stable, Cradled In A Manger, In The World His Hands Have Made, Born A Stranger.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

O Passing Angel, Speed Me With A Song, A Melody Of Heaven To Reach My Heart And Rouse Me To The Race And Make Me Strong.

The Loves That Meet In Paradise Shall Cast Out Fear, And Paradise Hath Room For You And Me And All.