Yet I Shall Temper So Justice With

Yet Much Remains To Conquer Still; Peace Hath Her Victories No Less Renowned Then War, New Foes Arise Threatening To Bind Our Souls With Secular Chains: Help Us To Save Free Conscience From The Paw Of Hireling Wolves Whose Gospel Is Their Maw.

Freely They Stood Who Stood, And Fell Who Fell.

Blind Mouths! That Scarce Themselves Know How To Hold A Sheep-hook.

Extol Not Riches Then, The Toil Of Fools, The Wise Man's Cumbrance, If Not Snare, More Apt To Slacken Virtue, And Abate Her Edge, Than Prompt Her To Do Aught May Merit Praise.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!