Classic Poem

O Church of God, our Mother,
Upon thy queenly head
There broods the living Spirit
Whom Christ Himself has shed;
No more the dark dissensions,
The day of doubt is done,
When dangers gather round thee
Thy children stand as one.

O Church of God, our Mother,
Forgive the shameful past,
The worldly hearts that chilled thee,
The chains that bound thee fast;
Behold, from the horizon
The clouds have rolled away,
And now with clearer vision
Men own thy gracious sway.

O Church of God, our Mother,
So bright thine annals shine,
The ages hold no triumphs
More wonderful than thine.
Thou didst in old times cradle
Our rude and warlike race,
Thy sons are kings of honour,
Thy daughters queens of grace.

O Church of God, our Mother,
The new dawn rises fair,
And broader paths of glory
Are opening everywhere;
Beyond the ocean's thunders,
As in the olden days,
Thy creeds give faith her utterance,
Thy voice her prayer and praise.

O Church of God, our Mother,
God's wings are o'er thee spread,
And loyal sons are ready
For thee their blood to shed;
No more the dark dissensions,
The day of doubt is done,
And round thee in the battle
Thy children stand as one.