For my concluding words in this brief study I could choose none better than these: 176 For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Alleluia. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might; Alleluia. Oh may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, O blest communion, fellowship divine! Alleluia. And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, The golden evening brightens in the west; Alleluia. But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; Alleluia. From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, Alleluia. 10 10 IX. Phillips Brooks Arthur Cleveland Coxe George Burgess Francis Scott Key Timothy Dwight and Other American Hymn Writers The earth has grown old with its burden of care, The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, It is coming, Old Earth, it is coming to-night! The feet of the Christ-child fall gently and white, PHILLIPS BROOKS. Venite Exultemus, there, Those ancient scholars sung, And Jubilate Domino The vaulted alleys rung: And our gray pile will tremble oft When here those very matin-songs And where are kings and empires now, But holy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same! And these that sing shall pass away: ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE, |