Within the Soul uprises

The temple's counterpart. Its stones of holy purpose

Are quarried in the heart; Its towers are faith and worship,

Peace and good-will its plan, Its windows heaven-lighted,

Its doors wide love to man.

254. Dedication Hymn of All Souls Church, Lloyd, 24.

Invitation, 73 B. Like stars upon a troubled sea

Shine out the altars fair, Where longings of the centuries

Have voiced themselves in prayer.
A guide to tempted, wandering hearts,

A strength in sorrow's hour,
A peace within the common lives

They touched with holy power.
We seek the good those altars held,

Yet read their message clear, To loyally receive the light

God sends us now and here.
Within these walls may worship fill

Our waiting souls anew,
A present help within our lives

To make them pure and true.

The prayers, to words outbreaking,

In those still courts begin; The songs we sing are echoes Of unhea

song within. Work on, O Silent Builder,

Perfect thy inner shrine,
Till prayer be ceaseless serving,

And song the life divine!

W. C. GANNETT.

Eternal Life, whose love Divine ·

Enfolds, us each and all,
We know no other truth than Thine,

We heed no other call.
O may we serve in thought and deed

Thy kingdom yet to be,
When truth and righteousness and love

Shall lead all souls to Thee.

256. The Creed of Life.

Hebron, 13. Canons and rubrics own I none,

Save one upon the granite writ; “I Lord of Lords have fashioned it,

And graved it with my rains and sun.” One creed low whispered everywhere

I take unto my soul like fire;
Till flashing through me with desire,

The world is molten in my prayer: "It is my beating heart." I turn,

I face the stream, I brave the hills, With the same word the bird's breast fills,

With the same God the bushes burn.

EMMA E. MAREAN.

JOHN TUNIS.

255. Dedication Hymn.

Webb, 54.
He laid his rocks in courses;

His trees grew on the hill;
Ye yoked his ancient forces

And lent them to our will;
By arts that flowered and faded

He graced the builder's thought;
And thus the temple's beauty

The God of Ages wrought.

257. On the Mount.

Mann, 14. Not always on the mount may we Rapt in the heavenly vision be; The shores of thought and feeling know The Spirit's tidal ebb and flow.

Yet hath one such exalted hour
Upon the soul redeeming power,
And in its strength through weary days
We travel our appointed ways.

The mount for vision,-but below
The paths of daily duty go,
Wherein a nobler life shall own
The pattern on the mountain shown.

F. L. HOSMER.

258. I Am so Weak. Dennis, 73A. Father, I am so weak!

Let me Thy presence feel,
Take now my tired hands in Thine

And bless me as I kneel.

259. Refracted Lights.

Invitation, 73B. The evening star that softly sheds

Its tender light on me,
Hath other place in the heavenly blue

Than that I seem to see.
Too faint and slender is that beam

To keep its pathway true,
In the vast space of cloud and mist

It seeks an exit through.
Nor light of star, nor truth of God,

Through earth-born clouds and doubt, Can straightway pierce the hearts of men

And drive the darkness out.
On bent, misshapen lines of faith

We backward strive to trace
The love and glory that we ne'er

Could look on face to face. Each fails, through dim and wandering

sight, The

vision whole to see, But none are there so poor and blind

But catch some glimpse of Thee,-
Some knowledge of the better way,

And of that life divine,
Of which our yearning hope is both

The prophecy and sign.

Renew my failing strength,

And teach me how to rise, And, bearing all my heavy load,

To seek Thy bluer skies.

Let me not wait nor stay,

Nor to the past return, But kindle still my fainting heart

With zeal anew to burn,

CELIA P. WOOLLEY.