Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

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

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

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