The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?