How Good Is God! How Sweet His

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?