Text: | The time for toil is past, and night has come |
Author: | Elizabeth Akers |
Text: | Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear |
Author: | John Keble |
Text: | Happy the man that finds the grace |
Author: | Wesley |
Text: | Deem not that they are blest alone |
Author: | William Cullen Bryant |
Text: | My days are gliding swiftly by |
Author: | David Nelson |