Thy captive people languish Thy kingdom, Lord, Thy Kingdom! In faithful hearts forever If now perchance in tumult Our wealth, our wisdom perish, In wrath and revolution The awe-struck heart presages Beyond our fierce confusion, THE TROUBADOUR OF GOD CHARLES WHARTON STORK I walk the dusty ways of life And my song ascends to the crystal tower For there is my love who holds my heart Who smote my side with a gladsome wound Till the love of the fairest woman on earth Is a paltry thing and vain. I trudge at morn right merrily I give good words and a hand at need But I long for the bliss of the bridal hour When the vesper bell is rung. Till then I sing as best I may I mumble not in a monk's dark cell; I go where my brothers may hear my voice And though I have never seen my Love FESTAL SONG WILLIAM PIERSON MERRILL, 1911 Rise up, O men of God! Have done with lesser things, Give heart, and soul, and mind, and strength To serve the King of Kings. Rise up, O men of God! His kingdom tarries long, Bring in the day of brotherhood And end the night of wrong. Lift high the cross of Christ: Tread where His feet have trod. As brothers of the Son of Man, IX. COMFORT IN SORROW a. SUBMISSION TO THE WILL OF GOD b. THE MINISTRY OF PAIN C. e. BRAVERY IS ITS OWN CONSOLATION d. VICTORY ON THE SPIRITUAL PLANE IS THERE NO IMMEDIATE RELIEF? Heaven Only Can Heal Love Only Can Heal 3. Service Only Can Heal I. 2. |