Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.

Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

I feel a strong immortal hope, which bears my mournful spirit up beneath its mountain load; redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my [child] again within the arms of God.

Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light.

A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.

Our children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred.

The person who bears and suffers evils with meekness and silence is the sum of a Christian man.