Love Wakes Much And Sleeps Little And,

Love Wakes Much And Sleeps Little And, In Sleeping, Does Not Sleep. It Faints Is Not Weary; It Is Restricted In Its Liberty And Is Great Freedom. It Sees Reasons To Fear And Does Not Fear, But, Like An Ember Or A Spark Of Fire, Flames Always Upward, By The Fervor Of Its Love, Toward God, And Through The Special Help Of Grace Is Delivered From All Perils And Dangers