God Hath Sworn To Lift

When The Shore Is Won At Last, Who Will Count The Billow Past?

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.

If The Church Of England Were To Fail, It Would Be Found In My Parish

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Sprinkled Along The Waste Of Years Full Many A Soft Green Isle Appears: Pause Where We May Upon The Desert Road, Some Shelter Is In Sight, Some Sacred Safe Abode.