Your Station Is In My Heart, And

He Turned Away; He Threw Himself On His Face On The Sofa. 'oh, Jane! My Hope - My Love - My Life!' Broke In Anguish From His Lips.

I Believe While I Tremble; I Trust While I Weep.

I Am No Bird And No Net Ensnares Me

Am I Hideous, Jane? Very, Sir: You Always Were, You Know.

I Thank My Maker, That In The Midst Of Judgment He Has Remembered Mercy. I Humbly Entreat My Redeemer To Give Me Strength To Lead Henceforth A Purer Life Than I Have Done Hitherto.