'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again

'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, you have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.

She said she was in the clinic and heard a voice, ... I said, 'Yo, that was me.'

He has a lot of humility. I've never heard him complain, not once, about the events that he's in or about the relays he's in.

Maundy Thursday Jesus invites His saints To meet around His board; Here pardon'd rebels sit and hold Communion with their Lord. For food He give His flesh, He bids us drink His blood; Amazing favor! matchless grace Of our descending God! This holy bread and wine Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord And interest in His death. Let all our powers be join'd His glorious name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise.

Feast of the Naming & Circumcision of Jesus There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode: That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls.