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THE BANNER OF FREEDOM.
Like purest azure brightness,
God's saving power appears,
Bedimmed with bondage tears.
Unfurl thy banners, Freedom,
Thou blessing from on high!
To brothers far and nigh.
O Freedom, speed thy heralds
To sound their mighty peal!
And wounded spirits heal.
I. M. W.
THE SONG OF VICTORY.
(7th Day Passover.)
No fear I know, attended
By Thee, my guard and shield;
All foes to Thee must yield.
Grim terrors hope had banished,
He made the waves divide.
E'er since that great salvation,
Led by Thy gracious hand,
Moved tow'rd the promised land.
Thy work in grace endureth,
From time afore to now;
H.-I. S. M.
LET THERE BE LIGHT.
(The Feast of Weeks.)
“Let there be light”—at dawn of time,
The Lord of Hosts proclaimed ;
Then broke on Israel's mind a day,
And since that hour the light has grown
In fullness more and more;
And strive to know His righteous will
O Israel, guard this heirloom light,
As did our sires of old ;
And often martyr's death endured,
"Let there be light," God spoke once more,
The age of freedom came;
Still be, O gracious Father grant!
We cling to Thee, this brighter day,
O Law of Righteousness;
O radiant beam from Sinai's height-
I. M. W.
O DAY OF LIGHT.
Oh. day of light, with rapture beaming,
With sacred joy thee do we greet; The sun of grace with radiance streaming,
Evokes ou: songs thine hours to meet.
When deepest night our souls enshrouded,
And error veiled the spirits' sight, In love the Lord our eyes unclouded,
Revealing wisdom's wondrous light. 'Twas at Mount Horeb, thunder riven,
The sacred law divine and just, For all mankind's redemption given,
Was granted as a holy trust.
With faithfulness no words can measure,
The Torah was our holy care; And ever loyal to this treasure,
It's law we'll as our ensign bear.
- H.-I. S. M.
BLESSED ARE WHO COME.
In the name of the Lord our God;
In the house of the Lord our God.
FLOWER PRAYER. Our Father, we beseech Thy grace,
As in Thy presence reverently, • In this, Thy holy dwelling place
We dedicate our lives to Thee. Not proudly do we seek Thy care,
In fond humility we move Nearer Thy shrine and nestle there
To ask Thy love.
To-day, in reverent awe we strew
Thy altar with fresh offerings sweet, Not as of yore our fathers slew
Thy creatures dumb and deemed it meet To shed their blood in sacrifice;
We bear instead these flowers new-blown, That with their breath our prayers may rise
Unto Thy throne.
As blossoms, that in stony ways,
In fragrant clusters oft are found, So teach our lives to show Thy praise
That we may sweeten life's dull round, To toil with faith through busy years,
And though dark clouds obscure the sun, To whisper still through blinding tears:
Thy will be done.
THE VOW OF FAITH.
Sacred awe stirs heart and feeling:
Hither were my footsteps bent,
Join God's ancient covenant.
Hear, O Father, my petition,
Witnessed by Thy people's throng;
Make me faithful, true and strong,
H.-I. S. M.