The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.
When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.
Peace is the first thing the angels sang.