All Who Call On God In True

Unthankfulness Is Theft.

Blessed Is He Who Submits To The Will Of God; He Can Never Be Unhappy.

Whatever You Love Most, That Is Your God.

What Is Our Death But A Night's Sleep? For As Through Sleep All Weariness And Faintness Pass Away And Cease, And The Powers Of The Spirit Come Back Again, So That In The Morning We Arise Fresh And Strong And Joyous; So At The Last Day We Shall Rise Again As If We Had Only Slept A Night, And Shall Be Fresh And Strong.

As Long As We Live There Is Never Enough Singing.