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Thy captive people languish
In mill and mart and mine;
We lift to Thee their anguish
We wait thy promised sign.

Thy kingdom, Lord, Thy Kingdom!
All secretly it grows;

In faithful hearts forever
His seed the Sower sows.
Yet ere its consummation
Must dawn a mighty doom;
For judgment and salvation
The Son of Man shall come.

If now perchance in tumult
His destined sign appear,-
The rising of the people,—
Dispel our coward fear!
Let comforts that we cherish,
Let old tradition die!

Our wealth, our wisdom perish,
So that He draw but nigh.

In wrath and revolution
The Sign may be displayed
But by thy grace we'll greet it
With spirits unafraid.

The awe-struck heart presages
An advent dread and sure;
Its Master in the poor.

Beyond our fierce confusion,
Our strife of speech and sword,
Our wars of class and nation,
We wait Thy certain Word.
The meek and poor of spirit
Who in Thy promise trust,
Thy Kingdom shall inherit,
The blessing of the just.

THE TROUBADOUR OF GOD

CHARLES WHARTON STORK

I walk the dusty ways of life
But ever my heart beats high,

And my song ascends to the crystal tower
That pierces up through the sky.

For there is my love who holds my heart
Like a bird on silken chain,

Who smote my side with a gladsome wound
And slays me with sweetest pain,

Till the love of the fairest woman on earth Is a paltry thing and vain.

I trudge at morn right merrily
For oh! my heart is young,

I give good words and a hand at need
To those I walk among,

But I long for the bliss of the bridal hour

When the vesper bell is rung.

Till then I sing as best I may
My love, so kind, so rare,

I mumble not in a monk's dark cell;
Nay, song is braver than prayer.

I go where my brothers may hear my voice
In the glow of the warm bright air.

And though I have never seen my Love
Yet the pulse of my faith is strong,
It fills all the world with loveliness
And it fills my heart with song.

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,
Rise up, O men of God!

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.

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