Classic Poem

" Holy, holy, holy! " the choir chants sweet and low,
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 be still; "
A deep calm reigns 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 people, now,
In faithful worship, at so pure a shrine.

" Holy, holy, holy! " their full hearts swell within,
As o'er and o'er they hear the soft refrain;
And when, the service ended, the choir rings out " Amen",
A hundred voices mingle in the strain.