Life is half spent before we know what it is.

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save

To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise

When a friend asks there is no tomorrow

Teach me, my god and King, / In all things Thee to see, / And what I do in anything / To do it as for Thee.

Storms make oaks take deeper root