Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.
Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode.
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.
Give us grace to listen well.
Peace is the first thing the angels sang.