A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes; The lover rooted stays.

Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From evils which never arrived!

God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.

The music that can deepest reach, And cure all ill, is cordial speech.

Give me, instead of beauty's bust, A tender heart, a loyal mind, Which with temptation I could trust, Yet never linked with error find.

In our darkest hour, in my deepest despair Will you still care? Will you be there? In my trials and my tribulations Through our doubts and frustrations In my v…

Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be, Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee.