Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End.

Because The Birthday Of My Life Is Come, My Love Is Come To Me.

Not As She Is, But As She Fills His Dream

Consider The Lilies Of The Field Whose Bloom Is Brief:-- We Are As They; Like Them We Fade Away As Doth A Leaf.

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.