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

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

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

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

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.

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