Whether Men Are Pleased Or Not, We

The Midsummer Sun Shines But Dim, The Fields Strive In Vain To Look Gay; But When I Am Happy In Him December's As Pleasant As May.

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus Sounds In A Believer's Ear! It Soothes His Sorrows, Heals His Wounds, And Drives Away His Fear.

Zeal Without Knowledge Is Like Expedition To A Man In The Dark.

A Real Friendship Should Not Fade As Time Passes, And Should Not Weaken Because Of Space Separation.

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus... The Rock On Which I Build, My Shield And Hiding Place, My Never Failing Treasury, Filled With Boundless Stores Of Grace.