181 In desert wilds, in midnight gloom, Will never heed the when and where ; ULTIMATE TRUTH. In the bitter waves of woe, By the sullen winds that blow From the desolate shores of doubt; When the anchors that faith had cast Are dragging in the gale, I am quietly holding fast To the things that cannot fail ; I know that right is right; I know that passion needs That the rulers must obey; For the beautiful feet of Peace; In the darkest night of the year, And fierce though the fiends may fight, And that somewhere beyond the stars ANTHEMS. 1 Psalm cxxi. I lift mine eyes unto the mountains; whence com eth my help? My help cometh from God who made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to stumble; thy Guardian does not slumber. Behold the Guardian of Israel doth neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord will preserve thee when thou goest out and when thou comest in, from this time and forever. I was glad when they said unto me: We will go up unto the house of the Lord; For thither the tribes go up to give thanks unto the Lord. Peace be within thy walls and prosperity within thy palaces. |