That When We Live No More, We

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

If What I Do Prove Well, It Won't Advance. They'll Say It's Stolen, Or Else It Was By Chance.

My Love Is Such That Rivers Cannot Quench, Nor Ought But Love From Thee, Give Recompence. Thy Love Is Such I Can No Way Repay, The Heavens Reward Thee Manifold I Pray.

Wisdom With An Inheritance Is Good, But Wisdom Without An Inheritance Is Better Than An Inheritance Without Wisdom.

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.