Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?

Talking over the things which you have read with your companions fixes them on the mind.

Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.

There's not a plant or flower below but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care; And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.

What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell.

Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.