Every Newly Discovered Truth Judges The World,

He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat; He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment-seat. Oh! Be Swift My Soul To Answer Him, Be Jubilant My Feet! Our God Is Marching On.

While Your Life Is The True Expression Of Your Faith, Whom Can You Fear?

I Have Read A Fiery Gospel Writ In Burnished Rows Of Steel: "as Ye Deal With My Contemners, So With You My Grace Shall Deal; Let The Hero, Born Of Woman, Crush The Serpent With His Heel, Since God Is Marching On.

The Greatest Evils Of Society Are Goods That Have Refused To Go On, But Have Sat Down On The Highway, Saying To The World, "we Stop Here; Do You Stop Also.

I Have Never Known My Husband To Approve Any Act Of Mine Which I Myself Valued.