Much Of The Work Of Every Life

He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat; He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment-seat. Oh! Be Swift My Soul To Answer Him, Be Jubilant My Feet! Our God Is Marching On.

Every Newly Discovered Truth Judges The World, Separates The Good From The Evil, And Calls On Faithful Souls To Make Sure Of Their Election.

I Know Not Why There Is Such A Melancholy Feeling Attached To The Remembrance Of Past Happiness, Except That We Fear That The Future Can Have Nothing So Bright As The Past.

Charity Is An Unending Self-discipline Which Always Looks And Leads Towards The Eternal Affection. Therefore, Its Triumph Shall Be Lasting And Everlasting.

How Utterly Are One's Best Thoughts Invaded By This Going Out In Society.