To whom He hath in kindness said, "Fear not, for thou art Mine, I have called thee by My holy name, and glory shall be thine." ALICE RHINE. The Glory of God On seeing the sun suddenly break forth and illumine the Sepher while it was being carried to the Hechal. WAS JAS it thus, stricken remnant, the glory of God Across the rude path that those weary ones trod,— As it guided the sire, it now gleams on the son; That in sorrow and exile His presence is here. Then say not the day of thy triumph has fled,, Lessons of the Past FROM mem'ry's lofty vantage ground We see dim realms of fading glory The trysting place of figures hoary, We see the trophies won in strife Each mould'ring relic wails a strain, But in this threnody that saddens Of amaranthine fame. HARRY WEISS. WHEN Rodef Shalom HEN ancient nations bowed the knee The Hebrew nation claimed to be The worshippers of God alone. For this they suffer'd, bled, and died, Chosen the heralds of a light, The blinded nations could not see, Still strong in faith of God alone, They rear this Temple to His name, Jehovah's power and love to own, Hail! Holy One enthron'd above, Nor shall our labors e'er be done Till God is honor'd and ador'd The one Jehovah, sovereign Lord. W. G. SKILLMAN. The New Temple A NEW shrine stands in beauty reared, Where scions of a faith revered Renew their vows to God- Here shall the words of praise be sung, Like torrent shall the chorus run, Hence shall ascend the fervent prayers Here shall the breast where sin has surged, To holiness led back. On this new altar there shall blaze Of Righteousness and Truth; Here shall the wond'rous tale be told The miracle of Israel old, And its undying youth. May justice ever here prevail, May God's Shekinah calmly rest, And they who gather here be blessed With Concord and with Peace. LOUIS MARSHALL.* *Composed on the occasion of the dedication of the New Temple of the "Society of Concord," Syracuse, New York. FA Consecration Hymn 'ATHER of Life and Light and Power, With earnest hope, with purpose pure, Except Thou build, we work in vain, Help us to lay foundations strong That seeks or needs the Father's grace. Help us to grow in pure desires, Build in us all Thy spirit's shrine: R. WAGNER. The Kingdom of God THERE is no unbelief; Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod Whoever says when clouds are in the sky, "Be patient, heart; light breaketh by-and-by," Trusts the Most High. Whoever sees, 'neath winter's field of snow, The silent harvest of the future grow, God's power must know. Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep, Content to lock each sense in slumber deep, Knows God will keep. EDWARD BULWER LYTTON. Rebecca's Hymn (From "Ivanhoe") WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out of the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonish'd lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands. Return'd the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, |