Classic Poem

The Voice of the Temple! the tidings of Love,
That speak of the Master who reigneth above;
" H IS G LORY , H IS G LORY , in the Highest who dwells
And G OOD WILL to MAN " is the burden it tells!
Come, Brothers, in chorus
Prolong the glad tidings,
No duty so sweet as the hymning of God;
His faith each protessing,
His knowledge possessing,
Exalt each the blessing His grace hath bestowed.