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

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

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

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

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