A Clean And Sensitive Conscience, A Steady

Life Is An Arrow, Therefore You Must Know What Mark To Aim At, How To Use The Bow-- Then Draw It To The Head And Let It Go!

All Thy Works With Joy Surround Thee, God Of Glory, Lord Of Love; Stars And Angels Sing Around Thee, Center Of Unbroken Praise. Field And Forest, Vale And Mountain, Flowery Meadow, Flashing Sea, Chanting Bird And Flowing Fountain, Call Us To Rejoice In Thee.

Not To The Swift, The Race: Not To The Strong, The Fight: Not To The Righteous, Perfect Grace: Not To The Wise, The Light. But Often Faltering Feet Come Surest To The Goal; And They Who Walk In Darkness Meet The Sunrise Of The Soul.

Ere Thou Sleepest, Gently Lay Every Troubled Thought Away; Put Off Worry And Distress As Thou Puttest Off Thy Dress; Drop Thy Burden And Thy Care In The Quiet Arms Of Prayer. Lord Thou Knowest How I Live, All I've Done Amiss Forgive; All Of Good I've Tried To Do Strengthen, Bless And Carry Through; All I Love In Safety Keep While In Thee I Fall Asleep.

And You Will Remember That Love Is Not Getting, But Giving; Not A Wild Dream Of Pleasure, And A Madness Of Desire — Oh No, Love Is Not That — It Is Goodness, And Honour, And Peace, And Pure Living — Yes, Love Is That; And It Is The Best Thing In The World, And The Thing That Lives Longest.