Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

To The Worker, God Himself Lends Aid.

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

Old Men's Prayers For Death Are Lying Prayers, In Which They Abuse Old Age And Long Extent Of Life. But When Death Draws Near, Not One Is Willing To Die, And Age No Longer Is A Burden To Them.

Silence Is True Wisdom's Best Reply.