Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear,

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

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.

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

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.

Look In, And See Christ's Chosen Saint In Triumph Wear His Christ-like Chain; No Fear Lest He Should Swerve Or Faint; "his Life Is Christ, His Death Is Gain.