You Must Learn, You Must Let God

The Earth Has Grown Old With Its Burden Of Care, But At Christmas It Always Is Young, The Heart Of The Jewel Burns Lustrous And Fair, And Its Soul Full Of Music Breaks The Air, When The Song Of Angels Is Sung.

Up And Down Our Lives Obedient Walk, Dear Christ, With Footsteps Radiant, Till Those Garden Lives Shall Be Fair With Duties Done For Thee; And Our Thankful Spirits Say, "christ Arose On Easter Day."

A Prayer In Its Simplest Definition Is Merely A Wish Turned Godward.

It Is Almost As Presumptuous To Think You Can Do Nothing As To Think You Can Do Everything.

There Is A Necessary Limit To Our Achievement, But None To Our Attempt.