If we love mankind, pity them, we even wish to suffer for them

Lord, for the erring thought Not into evil wrought: Lord, for the wicked will Betrayed and baffled still: For the heart from itself kept, Our thanksgiving accept.

That's what is driving a girl like Margaret Vance, who has everything that the world can offer her young beauty, on to the work of a Sister of Charity among the poor and the dying.

We live, but a world has passed away With the years that perished to make us men.

The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.

The life of Christ, it wasn't only in healing the sick and going about to do good; it was suffering for the sins of others.

And before you know me gone Eternity and I are one.