Where Good And Ill Together Blent, Wage

Let Us Take Things As We Find Them: Let Us Not Attempt To Distort Them Into What They Are Not... We Cannot Make Facts. All Our Wishing Cannot Change Them. We Must Use Them.

We Can Believe What We Choose. We Are Answerable For What We Choose To Believe.

If We Insist On Being As Sure As Is Conceivable... We Must Be Content To Creep Along The Ground, And Never Soar.

Christ Is Already In That Place Of Peace, Which Is All In All. He Is On The Right Hand Of God. He Is Hidden In The Brightness Of The Radiance Which Issues From The Everlasting Throne. He Is In The Very Abyss Of Peace, Where There Is No Voice Of Tumult Or Distress, But A Deep Stillness--stillness, That Greatest And Most Awful Of All Goods Which We Can Fancy; That Most Perfect Of Joys, The Utter Profound, Ineffable Tranquillity Of The Divine Essence. He Has Entered Into His Rest. That Is Our Home; Here We Are On A Pilgrimage, And Christ Calls Us To His Many Mansions Which He Has Prepared.

May He Support Us All The Day Long, Till The Shades Lengthen, And The Evening Comes, And The Busy World Is Hushed, And The Fever Of Life Is Over, And Our Work Is Done! Then In His Mercy May He Give Us A Safe Lodging, And A Holy Rest, And Peace At The Last.