O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.