Classic Poem

THE Sun on high is One.
Along the pathway of his burning zone
He rides in royal majesty, alone;
Nor all the myriad lights of earth can show
Another sun below.
The Sea is One.
Without a break, without a bound,
It runneth all the wide world round;
Its tides go up, its rolling billows roar
On every shore.
Without that mighty sea
No single wave could be;
Yet from itself no light can rise,—
Silent and dark the sluggish water lies:
But when the quickening breezes sweep
Athwart the slumbering deep,
Ten thousand thousand suns all flash and glow
In the sea below.

Our God on high is One.
O'er earth and heaven, whose hosts are all his own,
He reigns in royal pomp and power, alone;
Nor all the wondrous might of man can show
Another god below.
The C HURCH is One.
To east and west and south and north
Her bannered armies have gone forth;
Her trumpet has been blown, her flag unfurled
O'er all the world.
Without this Church's aid
No Christian can be made;
Yet can her breast no life impart,
No warmth to melt the cold and stony heart:
But when God'S Quickening S PIRIT moves
Over the Church He loves,
Ten thousand thousand souls all burn and shine
With fire divine.