Genius Is Talent Set On Fire By

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

I'm Only Wishing To Go A-fishing;for This The Month Of May Was Made.

Thou Wayfaring Jesus - A Pilgrim And Stranger, Exiled From Heaven By Love At Thy Birth: Exiled Again From Thy Rest In The Manger, A Fugitive Child 'mid The Perils Of Earth - Cheer With Thy Fellowship All Who Are Weary, Wandering Far From The Land That They Love: Guide Every Heart That Is Homeless And Dreary, Safe To Its Home In Thy Presence Above.

Ere Thou Sleepest, Gently Lay Every Troubled Thought Away; Put Off Worry And Distress As Thou Puttest Off Thy Dress; Drop Thy Burden And Thy Care In The Quiet Arms Of Prayer. Lord Thou Knowest How I Live, All I've Done Amiss Forgive; All Of Good I've Tried To Do Strengthen, Bless And Carry Through; All I Love In Safety Keep While In Thee I Fall Asleep.

Use What Talents You Possess; The Woods Would Be Very Silent If No Birds Sang There Except Those That Sang Best.