Hymns Are The Poetry Of The People.

Gracious Lord, Oh Bomb The Germans. Spare Their Women For Thy Sake, And If That Is Not Too Easy, We Will Pardon Thy Mistake. But, Gracious Lord, Whate'er Shall Be, Don't Let Anyone Bomb Me.

I Don't Think I Am Any Good. If I Thought I Was Any Good, I Wouldn't Be.

Old Men Who Never Cheated, Never Doubted, Communicated Monthly, Sit And Stare At The New Suburb Stretched Beyond The Run-way Where A Young Man Lands Hatless From The Air.

Childhood Is Measured Out By Sounds And Smells And Sights, Before The Dark Hour Of Reason Grows.

There Are Two Thing You Need For A Jolly Good Hymn.the First Is A Set Of Words That Expresses The Mood Or Sentiment Of The Worshipper.the Second-and Perhaps Even More Important- Is A Good Tune..with A Simple Popular Melody.