Born In A Stable, Cradled In A

What Is Green? The Grass Is Green, With Small Flowers Between. What Is Violet? Clouds Are Violet In The Summer Twilight. What Is Orange? Why, An Orange, Just An Orange!

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.

My Life Is Like A Faded Leaf, My Harvest Dwindled To A Husk: Truly My Life Is Void And Brief And Tedious In The Barren Dusk; My Life Is Like A Frozen Thing, No Bud Nor Greenness Can I See: Yet Rise It Shall - The Sap Of Spring; O Jesus, Rise In Me.

I Have A Room Whereinto No One Enters Save I Myself Alone: There Sits A Blessed Memory On A Throne, There My Life Centres.