When The Shore Is Won At Last,

Once You Make Up Your Mind Never To Stand Waiting And Hesitating When Your Conscience Tells You What You Ought To Do, And You Have Got The Key To Every Blessing That A Sinner Can Reasonably Hope For.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Sprinkled Along The Waste Of Years Full Many A Soft Green Isle Appears: Pause Where We May Upon The Desert Road, Some Shelter Is In Sight, Some Sacred Safe Abode.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.