Time's Waters Will Not Ebb Nor Stay.

If The Church Of England Were To Fail, It Would Be Found In My Parish

And Help Us, This And Every Day, To Live More Nearly As We Pray.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Sweet Is The Infant's Waking Smile, And Sweet The Old Man's Rest-- But Middle Age By No Fond Wile, No Soothing Calm Is Blest.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.