For As Fire Is Kindled By Fire,

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

Abide With Me From Morn To Eve, / For Without Thee I Cannot Live: / Abide With Me When Night Is Nigh. / For Without Thee I Dare Not Die.

Soft As Memnon's Harp At Morning, To The Inward Ear Devout, Touched By Light, With Heavenly Warning Your Transporting Chords Ring Out. Every Leaf In Every Nook, Every Wave In Every Brook, Chanting With A Solemn Voice Minds Us Of Our Better Choice.

Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The Mutual Look When Hearts Are Of Each Other Sure.

When The Shore Is Won At Last, Who Will Count The Billow Past?