Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! / Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.

Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, / Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; / Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, / Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.

Before, beside us, and above The firefly lights his lamp of love.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

Failed the bright promise of your early day?