Thou Warden Of The Western Gate, Above

Thou Wayfaring Jesus - A Pilgrim And Stranger, Exiled From Heaven By Love At Thy Birth: Exiled Again From Thy Rest In The Manger, A Fugitive Child 'mid The Perils Of Earth - Cheer With Thy Fellowship All Who Are Weary, Wandering Far From The Land That They Love: Guide Every Heart That Is Homeless And Dreary, Safe To Its Home In Thy Presence Above.

This Is The Soldier Brave Enough To Tellthe Glory-dazzled World That "war Is Hell":lover Of Peace, He Looks Beyond The Strife,and Rides Through Hell To Save His Country's Life.

Four Things A Man Must Learn To Do If He Would Make His Record True; To Think Without Confusion Clearly; To Love His Fellowmen Sincerely; To Act From Honest Motives Purely; To Trust In God And Heav'n Securely.

If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.

As Long As Habit And Routine Dictate The Pattern Of Living, New Dimensions Of The Soul Will Not Emerge.