My Age I Will Not

The Stones And Trees, Insensible To Time, / Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen; / If Winter Come, And Greenness Then Do Fade / A Spring Returns, And They More Youthful Made; / But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

Sin And Shame Ever Go Together; He That Would Be Freed From The Last Must Be Sure To Shun The Company Of The First.

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

That When We Live No More, We May Live Ever

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.