Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.