Shew Me A Lyer, And I'le Shew

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.

The Fox Knowes Much, But More He That Catcheth Him.

The First Service A Child Doth His Father Is To Make Him Foolish.

In The World Who Knowes Not To Swimme, Goes To The Bottome. [in The World, Who Knows Not To Swim Goes To The Bottom.]