One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.