Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.
When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.
Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).
Hymns should have unity,graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts,a conscious progress,a sense of completeness..and be easily understood.
When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.
There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans;
High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.
Time is eternity begun.
To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.
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