The Trivial Round, The Common

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Abide With Me From Morn To Eve, / For Without Thee I Cannot Live: / Abide With Me When Night Is Nigh. / For Without Thee I Dare Not Die.

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The Mutual Look When Hearts Are Of Each Other Sure.