CONFIRMATION.
BEAUTIFUL, the whole is lighted,
Chancel, nave, and cushioned pew;
Streaming from the painted window
Gold and scarlet, purple, blue;
Now, the lovely beams descending,
See the holy font is dyed;
Every symbol light is lending,
All the church is glorified.
Chancel, nave, and cushioned pew;
Streaming from the painted window
Gold and scarlet, purple, blue;
Now, the lovely beams descending,
See the holy font is dyed;
Every symbol light is lending,
All the church is glorified.
Hark! the solemn strains are pealing
Through the arches, low and high;
Is it angel voices pealing
From the portals of the sky?
Is it incense on the altar,
Burning as in days of old,
Rising with our psalm, our psalter,
While the spirit-views unfold?
Through the arches, low and high;
Is it angel voices pealing
From the portals of the sky?
Is it incense on the altar,
Burning as in days of old,
Rising with our psalm, our psalter,
While the spirit-views unfold?
Months and years I never weary,
Pleading for the wayward, lost,
Through these labyrinths so dreary,
Never counting what it cost.
Pleading for the wayward, lost,
Through these labyrinths so dreary,
Never counting what it cost.
