When a friend asks there is no tomorrow

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

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

There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it

Surely if each one saw another's heart,There would be no commerce,No sale or bargain pass: all would disperseAnd live apart.