Come, Sing Now, Sing; For

Of All The Forms Of Wisdom, Hindsight Is By General Consent The Least Merciful, The Most Unforgiving.

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can, Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light, All Influence, All Fate: Nothing To Him Falls Early Or Too Late. Our Acts Are Angels Are, For Good Or Ill: Our Fatal Shadows That Walk By Us Still.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do Tomorrow.

Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile. Regard Neither Unbelief Nor Doubt. Fear Neither Sin Nor Hell. Choose Neither Life Nor Death. All These Are Swallowed Up In The Immensity Of Christ And Are Triumphed Over In His Cross.