There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.

Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.

Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below; Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.

Greatness is not always largeness.

Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.

Let the child feel Christ is near him; By your faith will grow his own; Death nor danger will affright him If he never feels alone.

Keep thou an open door between thy child's life and thine own.