Not by appointment do we meet Delight And Joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner in the streets of life, They, on a sudden, clasp us with a smile.

In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth

Not by appointment do we meet Delight And Joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner in the streets of life, They, on a sudden, clasp us with a smile.

They must find it difficult ... those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority.

They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth.