When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.