If someone should hurt you and say a thing unkind,
Remember that I write you, and keep these thoughts in mind.
For everyone that makes you cry, there are three who make you smile,
And a smile will last a long, long time, but a tear just a little while.
Don't let someone who hates the world cause you to hate it too.
Behind the clouds is a golden sun, and a sky that's full of blue.
If someone said a thing that's cruel, don't let it get to you,
Your achievements are greatly numbered, and many folks love you.
So if a certain person should act a certain way,
Think of those who love you and don't let it spoil your day.

—Author Unknown

Praise to the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee;
Given thee life, and, with loving hand, guided and stayed thee;
How oft in grief hath He not brought thee relief?
Wings of His mercy did shade thee.

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee;
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
When, in His love, He befriends thee.

Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging,
Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging,
Biddeth them cease, turneth their fury to peace,
Whirlwinds and waters assuaging.

Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness of sin is abounding,
Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding,
Sheddeth His light, chaseth the horrors of night,
Saints with His mercy surrounding.

Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him;
Let the Amen sound from His people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him.

—Joachim Neander; translation by Catherine Winkworth

He asked me for a date, I solemnly rejected;
The feeling might be great, but I might not be respected.

He asked me for a kiss, I solemnly rejected;
The feeling might be bliss, but I might not be respected.

He asked me for my hand, I solemnly rejected;
The feeling might be grand, but I might not be respected.

And now we’re all Old Maids: by men we’ve been rejected;
The feeling ain’t so great, but by George, we’re respected!

"O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night divine! O night, O holy night!"