The cities that we know today
May sink beneath the sands of time,
The history which now we write
Some day may be forgotten rhyme.
May sink beneath the sands of time,
The history which now we write
Some day may be forgotten rhyme.
But that low Mount will still abide;
The hearts of men will not forget—
High altar of a ransomed world
Where tapers of our faith are set.
The hearts of men will not forget—
High altar of a ransomed world
Where tapers of our faith are set.
They'll shine, those holy altar lights,
And by their steadfast gleams we'll see—
Through war and peace and life and death—
That middle cross on Calvary.
And by their steadfast gleams we'll see—
Through war and peace and life and death—
That middle cross on Calvary.
EASTER
IS Easter but to send a fragrant flower
And get one in return?
Is it to pour the pennies you have saved
Into the church's urn
And feel self-sanctified?
And get one in return?
Is it to pour the pennies you have saved
Into the church's urn
And feel self-sanctified?
Is it to deck yourself in gorgeous robe
Whose glories shall shine down
Your neighbor's raiment, and so draw to you
The smile or envious frown
That leaves you satisfied?
Whose glories shall shine down
Your neighbor's raiment, and so draw to you
The smile or envious frown
That leaves you satisfied?
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