Thompson, Clara Ann
|AN OPENING SERVICE.|
"Holy, holy, holy!" the choir chants sweet
And earnest hearts are lifted up in prayer;
The organ's mellow cadence peals solemn,
soft, and slow,
And God is with His people, gathered there.
"Holy, holy, holy!" they bow before His will;
The pastor's tones rise solemnly o'er all:--
"The Lord is in His temple, let all the earth
A deep calm regins throughout the sacred hall.
"Holy, holy, holy" Who would not humbly bow,
Before such holiness, such love divine?
And leaving pride and folly, join with His
In faithful worship, at so pure a shrine.
"Holy, holy, holy!" their full hearts swell
As o'er and o'er they hear the soft refrain;
And when, the service ended, the choir rings
A hundred voices mingle in the strain.