There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
James MontgomeryThe Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.
James MontgomeryHymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.
James Montgomery