Where Others See But The

Time Is The Mercy Of Eternity

Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels' Wings!

For Everything Exists And Not One Sigh Nor Smile Nor Tear, One Hair Nor Particle Of Dust, Not One Can Pass Away.

I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit Accomplishes All Through Me.

O White-robed Angel, Guide My Timorous Hand To Write As On A Lofty Rock With Iron Pen The Words Of Truth, That All Who Pass May Read.