My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

And Time Brings Down What Is Both Strong And Tall. But Plants New Set To Be Eradicate, And Buds New Blown, To Have So Short A Date, Is By His Hand Alone That Guides Nature And Fate.

The Spring Is A Lively Emblem Of The Resurrection.

But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

Wickedness Comes To Its Height By Degrees. He That Dares Say Of A Less Sin, Is It Not A Little One? Will Ere Long Say Of A Greater, Tush, God Regards It Not!

I Happy Am, If Well With You.