The World No Longer Lets Me Love,

Sin And Shame Ever Go Together; He That Would Be Freed From The Last Must Be Sure To Shun The Company Of The First.

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Loved By Wife, Then Thee.

My Love Is Such That Rivers Cannot Quench, Nor Ought But Love From Thee, Give Recompence. Thy Love Is Such I Can No Way Repay, The Heavens Reward Thee Manifold I Pray.

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

We Must, Therefore, Be Here As Strangers And Pilgrims, That We May Plainly Declare That We Seek A City Above.