“Christ, of all my hopes the ground, Christ, the spring of all my joy, still in you may I be found, still for you my pow’rs employ. “Let your love my heart inflame; Keep your fear before my sight, Be your praise my highest aim, Be your smile my chief delight. “Thus, O thus, an entrance give, to the land of cloudless sky; having known it ‘Christ to live,’ let me know it ‘gain to die.’” -Ralph Wardlaw