Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

Sprinkled Along The Waste Of Years Full Many A Soft Green Isle Appears: Pause Where We May Upon The Desert Road, Some Shelter Is In Sight, Some Sacred Safe Abode.

Blest Are The Pure In Heart, For They Shall See Our God. The Secret Of The Lord Is Theirs; Their Soul Is Christ's Abode.

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

The Voice That Breathed O'er Eden, That Earliest Wedding Day.