Part 9 (1/2)

Sinner, it calls you,--”Come to this fountain, Cleanse the foul senses within; 'Tis the Spirit that makes pure, That exalts thee, and will cure All thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”

Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless, Life of all being divine: Thou the Christ, and not the creed; Thou the Truth in thought and deed; Thou the water, the bread, and the wine.

_LAUS DEO!_

The laying of the corner-stone of The Mother Church.

Laus Deo, it is done!

Rolled away from loving heart Is a stone.

Lifted higher, we depart, Having one.

_Laus Deo_,--on this rock (Heaven chiseled squarely good) Stands His church,-- G.o.d is Love, and understood By His flock.

_Laus Deo_, night star-lit Slumbers not in G.o.d's embrace; Be awake; Like this stone, be in thy place: Stand, not sit.

Grave, silent, steadfast stone, Dirge and song and shoutings low In thy heart Dwell serene,--and sorrow? No, It has none, _Laus Deo!_

_OUR NATIONAL THANKSGIVING HYMN_

G.o.d of the rolling year! to Thee we raise A nation's holiest hymn in grateful praise!

Plenty and peace abound at Thy behest, Yet wherefore this Thy love? Thou knowest best!

Thou who, impartial, blessings spreadst abroad, Thou wisdom, Love, and Truth,--divinely G.o.d!

Who giveth joy and tears, conflict and rest, Teaching us thus of Thee, who knowest best!

Ruler Supreme! to Thee we'll meekly bow, When we have learned of Truth what Thou doest now-- Why from this festive hour some dear lost guest Bears hence its sunlit glow--Thou knowest best!