It's impossible to ravish me, I'm so willing.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.