God's will is better than our will,
It's always right and good.
I would not have my way at all,
Not even if I could.
God holds the future in His hands
And scans the unspent years;
He knows the trying hours ahead,
The pain and bitter tears.

Oh! just to leave it all with Him
And lean upon His breast.
To know, whatever comes or goes,
That His dear will is best.
Oh! just to let Him have His way,
With heart and life and soul,
Brings peace so sweet and joy divine,
And leads us safely Home.

1

God's goin' to set this world on fire,
God's goin' to set this world on fire,
One o' these days!
God's goin' to set this world on fire,
One o' these days!

2

I'm goin' to walk an' talk with Jesus,
I'm goin' to walk an' talk with Jesus,
One o' these days!
I'm goin' to walk an' talk with Jesus,
One o' these days!

3

I'm goin' to climb up Jacob's ladder,
I'm goin' to climb up Jacob's ladder,
One o' these days!
I'm goin' to climb up Jacob's ladder,
One o' these days!

4

Fly away, bark,
Over the sea!
Take thou my grief,
Take it with thee!
Bear it afar
Unto the shore
Where the old griefs are
For evermore!
O, it was hard!
Take it away —
Pressed on my heart
By night and by day.
I will not have it;
Let it go, let it go!
Shall I have nothing
But wailing and woe?

Let it be, let it be!
O, bring it again!
Bring my sorrow to me,
Bring weeping and pain!
Bring my sorrow to me —
After all, it is mine:
O God of my heart,
I will not repine.

Goddesse, I do love a Girle
Rubie-lipt, and tooth'd with Pearl:
If so be, I may but prove
Luckie in this Maide I love:
I will promise there shall be
Mirtles offer'd up to Thee.

Ille ego qui quondam gracili modulatus avena Arma virumque cano

I, he who sung of humble Oates before,
Now sing a captain and a man of war.

Goddess of rhyme, that didst inspire
The captain with poetic fire,
Adding fresh laurels to that brow
Where those of victory did grow,
And statelier ornaments may flourish now;
If thou art well recovered since
The Excommunicated Prince
(For that important tragedy
Would have killed any muse but thee)
Hither with speed, O! hither move,
Pull buskins off, and since to love

God thought to give the sweetest thing
— In his almighty power
To earth; and deeply pondering
— What it should be — one hour
In fondest joy and love of heart
— Outweighing every other,
He moved the gates of heaven apart
— And gave to earth — a Mother!

God thought to give the sweetest thing
In his almighty power
To earth; and deeply pondering
What it should be — one hour
In fondest joy and love of heart
Outweighing every other,
He moved the gates of heaven apart
And gave to earth — a Mother!

God, thou great symmetry
Who put a biting lust in me
From whence my sorrows spring,
For all the frittered days
That I have spent in shapeless ways
Give me one perfect thing.

1. God set us here till savage rulers fell,
2. Pray him on us his blessings to bestow,
The glory of his name, we gladly sing,
Our lives preserving by his sovereign grace,
And from the earth his praises forth shall bring,
Thus we no evil spirit e'er shall face,
That he with us may hence-forth ever dwell.
And may prosperity forever know.

3. His power with strength shall always us endow,
Our wants to meet, our cattle to increase,
Ourselves from savages and foes release;
For which to him devoutly let us bow.

GOD SEND us a little home,
To come back to, when we roam.

Low walls and fluted tiles,
Wide windows, a view for miles.

Red firelight and deep chairs,
Small white beds upstairs —

Great talk in little nooks,
Dim colors, rows of books.

One picture on each wall,
Not many things at all.

God send us a little ground,
Tall trees stand round.

Homely flowers in brown sod,
Overhead, thy stars, O God.

God bless thee, when winds blow,
Our home, and all we know.

God save the King , that King that sav'd the Land;
When James your Martyr's Son, your Laws had shamm'd.
That sav'd your Babes , your Lands, Estates , and Wives ,
And your own Throats too from dispencing Knives .
When bloody Priests did expedite your doom,
And Castlemain in state was sent to Rome .
When plotting Ely felt His Master's Hate ,
And Sawcy Pen and Peters ruld the State.
'Twas then He sav'd us from those Beasts of Prey,
Then was The Time, And That without delay.
He spar'd no Toil , no Danger did He dread,