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Hence, All You Vain Delights, As Short As Are The Nights Wherein You Spend Your Folly! There's Naught In This Life Sweet But Only Melancholy; O Sweetest Melancholy!

Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile. Regard Neither Unbelief Nor Doubt. Fear Neither Sin Nor Hell. Choose Neither Life Nor Death. All These Are Swallowed Up In The Immensity Of Christ And Are Triumphed Over In His Cross.

Death Hath So Many Doors To Let Out Life.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

Joys As Winged Dreams Fly Fast, / Why Should Sadness Longer Last? / Grief Is But A Wound To Woe; / Gentlest Fair, Mourn, Mourn No Moe.