Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

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

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

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.