But Here's The Joy: My Friend And

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.