Death Hath So Many Doors To Let

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.

A Woman Friend! He That Believes That Weakness, Steers In A Stormy Night Without A Compass.

Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile.

Charity And Treating Begin At Home.

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.