The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish

Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near. Oh, May No Earthborn Cloud Arise To Hide Thee From Thy Servant's Eyes.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

The Deeds We Do, The Words We Say,into Still Air They Seem To Fleet;we Count Them Ever Past;but They Shall Last -in The Dread Judgment Theyand We Shall Meet.