Gratitude Bestows Reverence.....changing Forever How We Experience

All Hell Broke Loose.

Virtue Hath No Tongue To Check Vice's Pride.

Avenge, O Lord, Thy Slaughtered Saints, Whose Bones Lie Scattered On The Alpine Mountains Cold; Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy Truth So Pure Of Old When All Our Fathers Worshipped Stocks And Stones Forget Not.

Myself, And All The Angelic Host, That Stand In The Sight Of God Enthroned, Our Happy State Hold, As You Yours, While Our Obedience Hold. On Other Surety None: Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love.

Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The Busy Hum Of Men.