God Forgive Me If I Do Wrong

How Utterly Are One's Best Thoughts Invaded By This Going Out In Society.

In The Beauty Of The Lilies Christ Was Born Across The Sea, With A Glory In His Bosom That Transfigures You And Me; As He Died To Make Men Holy, Let Us Die To Make Men Free, While God Is Marching On.

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord: / He Is Trampling Out The Vintage Where The Grapes Of Wrath Are Stored.

I Never Could Be Good When I Was Not Happy.

Every Fallen Woman Represents A Man As Guilty As Herself, Who Escapes Human Detection, But Whose Soul Lies Open Before God.