By Annie J. Flint (1866-1932) He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength when the labors increase; To added afflictions He addeth His mercy, To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day...

Words by Frederick W. Faber (1814–1863) My God! my God! and can it be That I should sin so lightly now, And think no more of evil thoughts Than of the wind that waves the bough? I sin, and Heav’n and earth go round, As if no dreadful deed were...