No War Or Battle Sound Was Heard

God Made Thee Perfect, Not Immutable.

Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body Or Mind Appointed.

A Grateful Mind/ By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once/ Indebted And Discharg'd.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.