Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Why Should We Faint And Fear To Live Alone,since All Alone, So Heaven Has Willed, We Die?nor Even The Tenderest Heart, And Next Our Own,knows Half The Reasons Why We Smile And Sigh.

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

When The Shore Is Won At Last, Who Will Count The Billow Past?

Blest Are The Pure In Heart, For They Shall See Our God. The Secret Of The Lord Is Theirs; Their Soul Is Christ's Abode.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.