If Thou Be Not Busy

Endeavor To Be Patient In Bearing With The Defects And Infirmities Of Others, Of What Sort 'soever They Be; For That Thyself Also Has Many Failings Which Must Be Borned With By Others.

Love Is A Great Thing, Yea, A Great And Thorough Good. By Itself It Makes What Is Heavy Light; And Bears Evenly All That Is Uneven.

For Man Plans, But God Arranges.

Ah, Lord God, Thou Holy Lover Of My Soul, When Thou Comest Into My Heart, All That Is Within Me Shall Rejoice.

Oh, How Swiftly The Glory Of The World Passes Away!