He stretches forth in our soul, Teaches our arms how to reach.Our feet He has shod,With His gospel of peace.

For joy alone, Carries a fountain of youth.Laughter's music, Will wrinkle smooth.- Poem Fountain of Youth

His changes are true, And oh for a reason.His work is eternal, And arrives in due season.

Great is our calling, We dare not be idle.The saddle is in place,And Jesus is bridle.

For many things were shown,Recorded and written down.But what is God to do,When His Word you do renounce?

I hear, "Yes, Let us more education invest!"Whilst destitute, Outside their gates doth rest,Women, children, and men, Poor and a hungered!Odd that colleges fill, Yet mercy is numbered.

Why must we hide, Behind walls built high?N' blame our lives, On him, her, I?