Peace is the first thing the angels sang.
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.
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.
When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.
Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you have got the key to every blessing that a sinner can reasonably hope for.